CHICAGO BLUES
Sing the Chicago Blues Sing the Chigago Blues
Archive for the 'Chicago poems' Category
Chicago Streets
So good to be home and out of the heat. All those excess people reminded I’m alone as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
Voodoo Rain in Chicago
Magic Each glistening drop tinkers and shimmers Falls from each which way mystically resembling that which glitters Yes, the Voodoo comes down, even in Chicago Black gathers energy fast and bewitches even the strongest Star burning in crimson fury cascade down on us the longest Even in Chicago, Yes, the Voodoo comes Down
