detroit says goodbye

The elevated tracks pier over this city...my city. Cold steel seamlessly fuses with the over growth of un-kept nature, she reclaims her territory. Graffiti is the backdrop to the ask tree painted white to stop it from slowly dying... to stop it from slowly dying.. how perfect. We pass Dearborn and Jennifer Granholm boards, no shit. Her over priced suit and mauve comfort pumps will paint her own white band, her plastic attempts at revival are a mockery that makes your stomach sour. She wont ride with us though, no. why would she? I hear that if you ignore a problem it goes away, if you ride in business class you dont have to look at who elected you, you don't have to bear the burden of a suffering city and her tired people.
Even though the streets are lined with crumbled sand castles, churches and countless liquor stores, my nostalgia and kinship for this city prevail. We clunk and grind past a crossroad as a stocky black man walks away from the tracks. With hair as tattered as his shirt he raises his fist and hold up a peace sign. Detroit says Good bye