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I’ll
Love You in
Chicago
:
Welcoming Smiles Of A Big City
Pulling
back the thick hotel curtains
Taking in the blue,
Chicago
morning –
Concrete, river, sky. Tall bldgs. in golden-white sun,
Bodies walking & talking on the busy sidewalk
A
few moments ago, she was on top of me.
Her long bedroom hair and those eyes –
Shining like
California
stars above
Sonoma
’s vineyards.
My Golden Isle sun pepper-brown colored skin against hers -
Hers., Pure as white driven snow blown
From Northern storms in the sea –
White,
as the soft high-count cotton sheets of the shabby-sheik hotel -
Surrounding the head of my talented, virgin-American queen -
W/ her Royal blue eyes rolling like steamboats along the
Ohio
.
Below
the cylinder shaped towers of The House of Blues Hotel,
The traffic is honking. Coca-Cola
trucks are grinding slowly.
Grinding first and second and third gears - Greasy w/ travel.
City trees are lit w/ white holiday lights.
Snow covers the green midwestern grass.
Holding
hands. Forgiving &
forgetting past.
As we walk down the big city streets,
Ice is melting in the dreamy, warm winter skies of
Chicago
.
Droplets fall from the verandas of grand stores onto our heads.
A symphony, featuring everyday street sounds is being celebrated.
It’s a phantastic rendition of a small town girl’s dreams –
Starting. Stopping. It’s all
improv and not a conscious rehearsal.
Not at all. And, we like it!
It’s what we wanted all along.
We take the vibrations and start composing and directing truth,
Light,
love, innocence met by rewarding experience and,
The beauty of coveting everyday life w/ out everyday expectations
I
wanted you to let go of me so I could love you in
Chicago
.
I wanted to love you in
Chicago
.
I needed to and did.
I was lonely here before you – once before, when I was a student -
Not that long ago from
Deerfield Beach
,
Fla.
and
Milwaukee
John
A. Conte` JR – Chicago, Sat. Morn,
Dec. 28th, 2002
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