Chicago: City to See in ‘63

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You You You You You You don't know me but I know you I know you quite well I Know your every mood your every thought I Know every flashing neon light of you You Mr.

Kelly's to the Opera House The City Hall and back again I know you From Lincoln Park To Grant Park To Garfield Park To Do not Park I Know the rhythm of your breathing Sometimes fast Sometimes slow I Listen to the music you make Symphony of violence and velvet underscored by the monotonous rubble rumble of the L The Lake Street L as it makes endless circles around your heart You sing a lullaby to me Chicago a lullaby of lunatics and lovers Lake Shore Drive Logan Square Maxwell Street Millionaires You Tenement Slums Yet you never sleep you may not for a moment or two, but you never never sleep Good morning Good afternoon Good evening Good night.

Good morning This is my town my place in the Sun town this is my town no other town will do you But For all your concrete glass and steel drawn close about you you cannot hide yourself from me You pride yourself in gangster lore and brutal frontier politics Yet, how do you explain Art Institute and your know how many universities and colleges? And your multitude of churches And When the wind is right From the east fish and floating things And the near north side And The south side and the white socks And the north side and those cubs And the lakeside Yes the lakeside Of the breakwaters that stretch out for all the world to see eager for ships to come Hungry for their cargo This is my town my place in the Sun town this is my town no other town will do Yes, Chicago you are my first love And my last love and don't you forget it? the sores the hydrants And the garbage cans Yes, and the cloudy green murk of the river.

I love them all From the squat majesty of the merchandise market To the Gothic Majesty of Tribune Tower from the water tower From the Wrigley building To the magnificence of Marina Towers Or McCormick Place As I speed down the outer drive in the early morning hours There on one side of me the blue serenity of the lake And on the other side the stark silhouette of your skyline It's your own skyline not like New York Not like London Not like San Francisco Not like any skyline is your skyline Brassy and sassy You can trick your sirens the sirens of your blue and white police cars You can howl with the north wind as it sweeps down the narrow canyon of LaSalle Street But you speak to me in a voice of part voice of solitude and quiet you speak and I listen I Listen with my heart Chicago this is my town In Chicago the city to see in 63 at the sheriff You

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