No wonder Chicago kicks ass.
Just follow women on Monroe and Michigan,
just watch the sweet swishing of hips and lips –
smooth curved skin through seamless pride.
At blue room or Clark the jazz woman sings –
At tap town or Halsted she croons to the night–
Drifting...
cigar smoked bars just following the stars, tripping on curbs
all for the jazz woman's song.
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