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