Kapinski is an amalgam of voices from the Lawrenceville neighborhood
in Pittsburgh where I grew up--unemployed steel workers, chronic
drunks, disenfranchised immigrants--who, in spite of it all,
have not totally given up hope.)
a world out there, I know.
But I don't go no more.
It got a lotta jazz, pizzazz,
lotta sparks, mountains of money.There's
this world out there
that clanks a rusty wheel,
stainin' earth with old blood.
People's always fallin' off.
it all, you know,
them stickin' cinders ina eye.
So loud the death wails I can't hear.
But sometimes open the door an' peek.