August 17, 2014 by babylondogs
Chicago, home of the blues?
Unconvinced until I drove thru it:
Crumpled beer cans, yellowed newspapers
soggy in ditches, rusted beams on
creaky crumbling overpasses,
thugs drunk on testosterone, defending
their turfs. Thugishly.
Crooked cops, crooked teeth, crooked women.
Blues. If Chicago didn’t exist,
neither would it.
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