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Untouchable
We danced all night on Maxwell street
singing the blues and eating chicago style
hotdogs driving by Halsted my hair blew in
the breeze as I winked at the Cermax river
flowing of winter green this year the infamous green
mile lounge can be seen in a distance glare after visiting
Logan square headed straight through the Dan Ryan
driving past Sam Giacana place I thought of sausage
and peppers grilling real slow in a cast iron skillet
as I noticed my heel had broken off back there somewhere
between Taylor street and Roosevelt rd. I notice
St. Ignatious steeple my blonde hair tossed around the
lights from the city seemed to glow streams of brilliance
dancing chatter awakening James Dean we dashed
through the sand dunes moving quickly down Lakeshore
drive the night was moving fast but there was more life
more laughs more love we didn't dare park over the crowded
evergreens not tonight instead we poured in the theater
seated in the fourth row my favorite seats matinee began
early with John Dillinger I began to smell stale popcorn
under my feet removing a chunky chocolate bar from my
purse a few hankies
embroidery prints of roses custom made by my Irish aunt
we dashed into Antonio's for a deep slice reading all the
license plates on the wall from years past why I envision
how our future would be why would it be fast never boring
or set to a charming suburban movie script filled with
Gaelic Celtic laud tainted lore why today was the
beginning of our lives tomorrow was yet to be the future
was ours to see and so on and so on certainly a
St Patrick's day to remember here now where's
the powder room dear
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Yolanda Nicholsen
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