I AM CHICAGO
And like an old lover you return to me,
roll over me, into me.
You inhale my many spices
embrace my spidery arms of fog,
and feel safe in my cocoon.
You frolic on my green vistas
and wash away your grime
in the waters of my lake.
My many veins carry you to and fro,
to the very outskirts of my borders.
Did you miss me? My music?
The swelling notes of Bach,
The warbled blues,
Hard rock, hot jazz,
My hum, my growl, my heartbeat?
Did you miss the many colors of my seasonal hats?
My winter coats not always white and sterile?
My explosions of colors on a hot summer day?
My spiraling towers sun bathed before dipping
into the night's thousand other illuminations?
You did not miss my darker side I know
The wailing sirens summoned by an angry shot
Fleeting footsteps, a cry for help, the stink of fear
That too is life, my life
I know the homeless hustle for a buck
and sex is sold as love
but through it all I shine
and lure you back as I know I could
for I am Chicago.