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
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