Midwest’s Favorite Son Image Posted on December 21, 2012 by acupofsongwriting – Packing up Heading out Tires worn Weathers stout – Leather seats Coffee linger Manual transmission Grabbed with my fingers – Snack to go Stop on the way Exit ramps Take me away – Grayish skies Golden lamps Street lines Cement stamped – Pay toll On your way To Chicago Make today – Through Portage Can’t stay Pass through Gary Where the buildings lay – South shore To the left People wait Information to digest – Trash heaps Grass clippings about Semi’s splash sideways On this quickened route – Crimson chimneys Black char Upon the sky On the car – City high Cracks in the evening sky Cars pushing on evenings door A bit more on 94 – Loop in 15 minutes Flying by running Hit the gas A city stunning – Lakeshore and St. Louis That’s the one Midwest crown jewel The favorite son – Get left in a hurry Don’t wait Taxi’s holler Know your way – Final decent pulls at the light From cornfields and valleys Stop lights And City bright – A trip Many have taken It’s true beauty Should not be forsaken – A man made jewel Upon land it rests Lake Michigan laps easy Upon it’s eastern breast – The horns call you back Into a heightened state The pulse pulls you in With colors ornate – Skyscrapers scratching The evening skies Covered in fog And out of sight – We will take to the show A feeling upon senses Put this thing in park The city can be relentless – Hit the stage in the windy city Songs sweat soaked and soaring Into the evening hours And into morning – Sleep wide-eyed and wonder 5 am and much needed slumber No play is perfect yet has feeling Lay awake and look at the ceiling – Arise I will be Way to early Thoughts running Heaters burly – To do it again I will I will But for now My head this pillow will fill Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...