The crows on Lakeshore drive

as I jog down Lakeshore drive I drank hot chocolate as a swan took a dive the water so cold, as old men played chess the ferris wheel spins, blowing off hats and up the rich lady's dress Lakeshore dr you see all for me the white horses, pulling the carriage I'm not home I don't miss my marriage the butlers two maids swing the wellington kid another kid waits for he haven't even slid the light house shines my eyes follows the breeze deep into pine trees the crows perch away from the city and that's what we call hospitality... Written by Yolanda Nicholsen May 14th 2004 Fort Myers Florida My Sons Graduation day. In memory of the homeless men playing chess on Lakeshore drive Chicago.