Friday, June 18, 2010

Chicago Poem #21

I hope you sign LeBron or Dwayne
Because it always feels like home there.
And maybe this time I can be genuine
in my love of iconography
For a city so shot through with ask.

Where have you gone my gray-eyed planetarium?
And what have you bulldozed my cheesecake beef?
I spent so many nights on the Old Style veranda
I smoked so many lungs in the mouth of a new wave
And it was hard to find a job I didn't hate.

But hate for a job is the City that works.