I had a studio in 1970
on Wabash avenue in the Loop
third floor up on EL train level
Rose's Records right next door
I was crazy then
painted big things that didn't matter
to satisfy Art Institute advisors
I used day-glo paints and
risked a life of lung time neon care
At night when rain would mist the city
I'd turn out lights
watch the movement on the streets
dolls and hookers, debutants
salesman, sailors, small time cons
beggars, cooks and stand up comics,
Chicago doesn't sleep
Trains would clatter, screech, grind by
empty yellow windows, a blur of empty faces
I'd wave anyway
watch my fingers glowing in the air
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