Chicago's Ode
Chicago, you wear on my salt frosted boots Your buildings towering above with people And people And people Always the people The cold and the icy But the people They're raw, frozen people And the noise The constant infiltrating noise Noise of the busy Noise of the hustling Noise, Noise, Noise Always the noise No clearing No escape No room to breathe To think To listen To be still The People The Noise The Suffocation Oh, Chicago, how you wear on my salt frosted boots