American Pie

Narration of original poem by Susan Kirschbaum/SOUND ON!…. The rest of the text, below.

 

We were two kids just slinging pies

Fudging ‘em 

Scrapping ‘em

Better than tips

What street was that?

I can’t recall

Just two kids with dreams so BIG

A punk speaking lines from some wayward play

Putting out cigarettes in burnt coffee grinds

She danced on the tips of those weird blocked shoes

What kind of art makes you bend that way?

We were two kids just slinging pies

Fudging ‘em

Scrapping ‘em

Better than tips

What day was it?

I can’t recall

Just two kids with fake ID’s

The local bar was called Dirty Frank’s

They would hit the juke box, old Seventies rock

What do you think made Frank so dirty?

Washing it down with whiskey and beer

We were two kids just slinging pies

Fudging ‘em

Scrapping ‘em

Better than tips

What show was it?

I can’t recall

Just two kids who got called back

He read Chekov in black Doc Martens

Bastard son of Bukowski and Joe Strummer

She auditioned for all the ballets

Pretty pink tights, five classes a day

We were two kids just slinging pies

Fudging ‘em

Scrapping ‘em

Better than tips

When did it end?

I can’t recall

Just two kids who wanted it all.

— Poem written by Susan Kirschbaum  (Copyright 2020)