Issue 208, Spring 2014
I’m from St. Louis and Budweiser.
I’m from the Seidel Coal and Coke Company and the Mississippi.
I’m from the old streets near Forest Park,
And T. S. Eliot, and the B-movie actress Virginia Mayo.
My mother thought she was the daughter of Helen Traubel,
The vast Wagnerian soprano born in St. Louis,
And thought J. Edgar Hoover, head of the FBI, was probably her father.
I’m from Stan Musial and the Brown Shoe Company.
I remember the brick alleys behind the massive houses.
Palaces and their stables (turned into garages) lined the outside of a long oval.
At each end was a turreted guardhouse above the iron gates.
These were the famous St. Louis private streets.