Friday Poem: Leaving Aberdeen

Aberdeen MuseumFebruary 20th would have been Kurt Cobain’s 47th birthday, and his hometown of Aberdeen Washington has decided to mark the date as “Kurt Cobain Day”, and embrace the memory and achievements of it’s formerly prodigal son. An event is taking  place in the Historical Museum, and there’s a display in the Library – where Kurt took refuge from the famous weather as a teenager with nowhere else to go, and read widely.

Aberdeen Library

So for today’s poem, I’m posting what I wrote on the morning we left Aberdeen, around two and a half years ago…

Leaving Aberdeen
with its smell of log
trucks in the morning
Biodiesel public buses
Public art
Money lenders pawn
shops mega-banks
Where Rite-aid pharmacy
sells bulk liquor
And Safeway sells
coffee;

I never saw Walt Whitman
here, or the ghost
of Kurt Cobain.

They have gone elsewhere,
Somewhere with more trees
and a wild river.Aberdeen mural

When we first got off the bus from Olympia, and walked to our motel, we wondered what the hell we’d come to Aberdeen for ( to see where Kurt Cobain came from, but apart from that…), but it quickly grew on us, and by the time we left, we were planning to return some day.Judy's

If only to get inside Judy’s Flea Market, with it’s teetering, beguiling piles of books and more books, LP’s and God only knows what else…

I got a bit carried away with the pictures this week, but any excuse to open up the “Trip” files, and relive a little of “The Trip of a Lifetime”. Can’t wait to go back there… Happy Kurt Cobain Day, Aberdeen, may you live long and prosper!

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