Midwest’s Favorite Son

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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