Chica-I-go
Offices & stores rushing past the windows of the green line.
The train is my observatory.
Strangers my stars.
I'm floating on my own milkyway...
Everything is so far away but so close to touch.
Now & then a meteor distracting me accompanied by a strong Jack Daniels odor.
"Madison&Wabash"
I exit my safehaven & walk into life.
Realizing the stars have lost their glow.
Yes, here & there a brilliantly shimmering shooting star, but as I said shooting.
Gone in a split second.
Constellations everywhere.
Where is mine?
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