"Rose Darling, come to me; Snake Mary dreams along.
I would guess she's in Detroit with lots of money in the bank
Although I could be wrong..."
--Steely Dan "Rose Darling"
It is 22 degrees in Detroit, Michigan. Wind chill, a Midwestern folk science, says it feels like 13 degrees. My friend Peter and I climbed up last night to the roof of an abandoned building on Bagley downtown. He said "I can breathe your name, every letter shaped perfectly"...They all came out just formless clouds, but he spelled my name out over the city of Detroit, and that's an incantation all its own.
I looked out over the river to Belle Isle and down at the Christmas lights dropped in branches and jumping in the freeeeezing wind.....Detroit is golden, frozen, filled with light and empty as usual, just the wind and us and boarded buildings and liquor stores and wig shops and icy streets that throw it all back in mirror so that there's another Detroit.
We ran to the car and drove to the Old Miami on Cass and talked to the Vets and punk rock kids listening to the Old Miami's great rock and roll jukebox and admired their amazing, expanding collection of Vietnam War memorabilia and they poured us each one Christmas Wild Turkey on the rocks for free.
"Gimme danger, little stranger..." they all sang along to the track that played at least four times in the three hours I was there. It got later and later and though I've sat around in this barroom before, now I'm a stranger here myself.
I haven't seen snow in years. There's a poem about Los Angeles: turn us over, then upright, see?/no snow falls.
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