The bus station ship

The crimson cone rises out of the pavement
but no smoke comes from the stack.
No water to float on this vessel turned bus station
shines as a reminder in the sunset of days long gone.
The shipyards last remnant
is a bus station beside the trains.
Rosie the Riveter lived here
and now a woman assumes her identity
to panhandle for change.
She's yelling, "you can do it" at passersby
who try not to look her full in the face.
It might ruin the poster on their walls for inspiration.
The pavement might creep up on them to hold them inland
like this ship, taken over by the landscape, held in place.
A constant reminder of the greatest generation, the ship sits alone.
Unseen by the people struggling to use their idle hands.