Trickle Down
Up Up Up Up Up Up 1999

You cease to smell the steel plant
after you've lived here for a while 
smoke is snow is ash are leaves that blow
through the air aloft
all our houses dim their siding
to the same soot gray style
and we hang our laundry out on sundays
when they turn the furnaces off
everybody's daddy works up on the line
the steinbrenners and the wilczewskis
have been here the longest time
everybody's mommy squints into the sun
Sunday afternoon after all the laundry's done
sometimes a distant siren
can set a dog to barking late at night
then it dominos on down
'til every dog is joining in
the first rumors of the layoffs
sang like a distant siren might
and we all perked up our ears
and placed the fence 
of the ensuing din
every night we were glued to the tv news
at six o'clock
'cuz it was hard to tell what was real
and what was talk
they explained about the cutbacks
all with earnest frowns
but what they didn't say was that the plant
was slowly shutting down
this town is not the kind of place
that money people go
they make their jokes up on the tv
about all the snow
and they're building condos down river
from where the plant had been
but nobody really lives here
now that the air is clean
the president assured us 
it was all gonna trickle down
like it'd be raining so much money
that we'd be sad to see the sun
mr. wilczewski's brother had some business
but in denver
so they left town
and everybody knows they were the lucky ones
you cease to smell the steel plant
after you've lived here for a while
Ani DiFranco