by Dan Wilcox
What thoughts I have of you now, Albany
the lonely Albany of Indiana
slipping off the edge of Muncie.
Who named your lone twilight intersection
"State" and "Broadway" in 1833?
What refugee from that other intersection
in the Depression of the East
built a better life in sod, in logs
away from the bars & gangs along the Hudson
to the sleeping bank of the Mississinewa?
Now, Osborn's St. Clair Restaurant is filled
with farmers & their factory workers sons
moving on to the next "Albany" of the spirit
now that every city has already been named
and there is no place else to go.