brendan was leaving this house tomorrow morning , leaving his mother , walking out that shabby door and down those cracked steps , up the great wide street with cars double-parked all over the place and everyone sitting on the stoops , walking out like he was in a goddamned springsteen song , and not the nebraska-ghost-of-tom-joad springsteen , but the born-to-run-two-hearts-are-better-than-one-rosalita- ( won't-you-come-out-tonight ) bruce , the anthem bruce .