Chicago

Well, there will always
be young women and
men. They will have the
their radiant beauty
and they will not
know it.

They will smile at each other
and run down spring hills.
More are being made at
this very moment.

They will look at their
own images forty years
from now, shake their
heads and say
"God, was I ever that
beautiful?"

So get over your haggard
face in the bathroom light.

The guidebooks make
me want Michigan Ave.
a magnificent mile of
plastic strapped pumps.

Headache, toothpaste
aftertaste, hotel aroma.
Motion without words
and I cannot go any
deeper.

All is well.

The room's safe
says OPEN. What could I
put in there that I could not
live without.

How safe am I
anyway?