27th & Huntington

There’s an apartment

somewhere in Chicago

        it’s quiet now.

But once, in the springtime

it was full

of suitcases

              And love.

 

I never really belonged there.

I was always

going home.

But of all the addresses

I’ve known in my life,

I can only say

I truly lived in two rooms

for a season

                 in the springtime

                                    in the Windy City

                                               A long, long time ago.