City of All Shoulders
im in the train station
of the city that i love
my city
they call it the second city
but it is second to none
it is the city of big shoulders indeed
big shoulders
fat shoulders
skinny shoulders
white shoulders
black shoulders
hispanic shoulders
asian shoulders
middle eastern shoulders
all kinds of shoulders
but above all
strong shoulders
shoulders strong enough to carry the heart of america
shoulders strong enough to carry the message of working class america
to the rest of the world
destiny
its where babe ruth pointed
its who sinatra sang about
its fundamentally blue collar
and down to earth
it is from the heart
because it is the heart
i love you
chicago.
Copyright © John Goodman | Year Posted 2013
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