This Morning in Old Town

Dawn on an autumn Sunday
Elvis cuts through crisp lake air
there’ll be no more rest
for at its best
the crowds will just not care

Wielding bells and whistles
signs and screams galore
all cheer and wait
for athletes great
to funnel up the shore

Swarming colors by the thousands
they soon will be long gone
they’ll rest their feet
once they complete
our city’s marathon

…and then I’ll be able to move my truck.

__
Writer:  Ben Stagl
Location:  Old Town, Chicago

__

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s