Three Floyds and a Queen
We rolled into Chicago with stars in our eyes,
A city alive under golden skies.
I planned it all—each perfect beat,
A queen-sized room on a quiet street.
Next door, a place to sip and dine,
Where your hand found steady warmth in mine.
But it wasn’t the food, or the hotel light—
It was the way you looked that night.
We laughed like we were barely grown,
Like the world was ours, and ours alone.
And in that room, again, again,
We danced like fire beneath the rain.
Then south to Munster, where hops ran free,
Three Floyds pouring wild alchemy.
A fest of brews, of joy, of sound—
Our hearts got drunk just being around.
You spun in circles, smiling wide,
I held you close with pride inside.
Because love like that can’t be rehearsed—
It grows in kisses, in jokes, in thirst.
That trip still lives in quiet ways,
In weekday yawns and busy days.
But I hold it close, I always will—
A weekend high I’m chasing still.
© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved
After Dark Lord Day 2014
