Rusty the Skatemaker

She was born in an oil-drum South side of Chicago
 When East St. Louis was not far away
 She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed
 Skate around and around till the night became day
 The cannery fellows would follow her everywhere
 From the grocery store to the B.Q.E.
 With their hearts all aglow from her icy back at you stare
 Then her teeth became tight when her eyes couldn't see
 And she told herself that this was enough
 For a girl who was born in an oil drum
 She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff
 She didn't need it but she still wanted some
 She had one thing that she liked and she kept around
 She would take it with her to the riverbed
 As she skated around she always thought of a pretty sound that she heard as a girl in her mother's bed
 The sound of some breathing another breath in and out when some lungs expand and contract like they do
 And she looked at herself in the ice of the riverbed and she saw a girl one which she could see through
 And she told herself that this was enough
 For a girl who was born in an oil drum
 She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff
 She didn't need it but she still wanted some
 She still wanted some she still needed some
 She still wanted some she still needed some