Love You in
Welcoming Smiles Of A Big City
back the thick hotel curtains
Taking in the blue,
Concrete, river, sky. Tall bldgs. in golden-white sun,
Bodies walking & talking on the busy sidewalk
few moments ago, she was on top of me.
Her long bedroom hair and those eyes –
My Golden Isle sun pepper-brown colored skin against hers -
Hers., Pure as white driven snow blown
From Northern storms in the sea –
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
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.
hands. Forgiving &
As we walk down the big city streets,
Ice is melting in the dreamy, warm winter skies of
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,
love, innocence met by rewarding experience and,
The beauty of coveting everyday life w/ out everyday expectations
wanted you to let go of me so I could love you in
I wanted to love you in
I needed to and did.
I was lonely here before you – once before, when I was a student -
Not that long ago from
A. Conte` JR – Chicago, Sat. Morn,
Dec. 28th, 2002