GLEN DICROCCO

Ode to the Scooter

Your spirited partisan call will always ring clear
through summers long and sweet
Over waves of AM radio in hot muggy air
and moonlit quiet night
The steady-toned Messer and frolicking White
align your fervent cheer
O Scooter, Yankee true,
beloved bard of the booth
Pinstripes white and blue carry cries
from distant days
Glory echoes
with each game you celebrate
The road is less weary now
in the house that beckons
your voice to linger

(1996)

Excerpt published in the New York Times, August 16, 2007