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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