The EL train howls through the avenue
Autos move slow through slush
Trudging about I think of you
Thoughts flow, my mouth hush
And even through this cold air,
I can't stop my feet from going on
It's as if I am without a care,
When Chicago has me in her arms
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
