Train to Chicago
Tornado sirens
Say I can’t board
One... now two hours late
Milk duds and whoppers
With a four dollar beer.
Storms fill the spaces
Between forgotten places.
Towns built around bars
Called the Track Shack
Springfield at twilight
Where the sun goes to die.
I took this absolutely awesome whirlwind trip to Chi-Town in June. Click the title to get the first day of pics...
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