Chicago by Thomas Park at Spillwords.com

Chicago

Chicago

written by: Thomas Park

@mystified131

 

The wind hits hard
Called “The Hawk”
Memories blown, currents of air

Twin lions protect the museum
Find your way by the Lake
Its waters your reference

The world can be seen
In a few blocks,
Neighborhoods Chinese, Dutch, African American,
“Altegeld”

Where I went to school, tried
To escape family
Rough trajectory

Years later, roaming the streets
Miles Davis in my head
Struggled to assemble change
To buy noodles, cigarettes

Almost every street I have seen
Many with friends from the University

Now city of
Urban cosmopolitans
Metropolitans
Black shod hipsters, businessmen

Quickly walking
In tunnels of wind
Hardly looking, never slowing

Yet, I will never completely forget
The smell of grills in many diners
Concert halls
Cafes

The sights and smiles of good friends
In younger, better days

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