the Beehive

 
Pixburgh,  
Pennsylvania  
 
South Side,  
Carson St  
 
Beehive Coffee  
House  
 
murals ala Seibold  
covered the walls  
 
mis matching  
tables and chairs  
 
nothing was pretty  
but everything  
was beautiful  
 
found a new God,  
discovered expresso  
there  
 
lights of all description  
shining down  
 
goths  
 
neo hippies  
 
punks  
 
alts  
 
wallflowers  
 
preps  
 
jocks  
 
the insane  
 
the average Pittsburgher  
  ( I'm tellin' yinz, dat Stiller's  
    game was fixed. Doze
    jagoff refs n'at.)  
 
all hung there  
 
not one cross word  
 
no judgements  
 
just coffee, conversation,  
joy in the dark roasted  
night  
 
the Beehive left the  
world many years ago  
 
and legends only become  
legends when they're  
gone  
 
still on any given night  
you can ask dozens of  
people walking up and  
down Carson St if they  
remember the Beehive  
 
and they'll say,  
 
"Yeah! I remember  
  dat,"  
 
with a big warm  
as a mug of fresh  
brewed smile