Midwest’s Favorite Son

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Packing up

Heading out

Tires worn

Weathers stout

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Leather seats

Coffee linger

Manual transmission

Grabbed with my fingers

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Snack to go

Stop on the way

Exit ramps

Take me away

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Grayish skies

Golden lamps

Street lines

Cement stamped

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Pay toll

On your way

To Chicago

Make today

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Through Portage

Can’t stay

Pass through Gary

Where the buildings lay

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South shore

To the left

People wait

Information to digest

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Trash heaps

Grass clippings about

Semi’s splash sideways

On this quickened route

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Crimson chimneys

Black char

Upon the sky

On the car

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City high

Cracks in the evening sky

Cars pushing on evenings door

A bit more on 94

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Loop in 15 minutes

Flying by running

Hit the gas

A city stunning

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Lakeshore and St. Louis

That’s the one

Midwest crown jewel

The favorite son

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Get left in a hurry

Don’t wait

Taxi’s holler

Know your way

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Final decent pulls at the light

From cornfields and valleys

Stop lights

And City bright

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A trip

Many have taken

It’s true beauty

Should not be forsaken

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A man made jewel

Upon land it rests

Lake Michigan laps easy

Upon it’s eastern breast

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The horns call you back

Into a heightened state

The pulse pulls you in

With colors ornate

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Skyscrapers scratching

The evening skies

Covered in fog

And out of sight

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We will take to the show

A feeling upon senses

Put this thing in park

The city can be relentless

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Hit the stage in the windy city

Songs sweat soaked and soaring

Into the evening hours

And into morning

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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

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Arise I will be

Way to early

Thoughts running

Heaters burly

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To do it again

I will I will

But for now

My head this pillow will fill