I’ll Love You in
Welcoming Smiles Of A Big City
Pulling back the thick hotel
Taking in the blue,
Concrete, river, sky. Tall bldgs. in golden-white sun,
Bodies walking & talking on the busy sidewalk
A few moments ago, she was on
top of me.
Her long bedroom hair and those eyes –
My Golden Isle sun pepper-brown colored skin against hers -
Hers., Pure as white driven snow blown
From Northern storms in the sea –
as the soft high-count cotton sheets of the shabby-sheik hotel
Surrounding the head of my talented, virgin-American queen -
W/ her Royal blue eyes rolling like steamboats along the
Below the cylinder shaped towers
of The House of Blues Hotel,
The traffic is honking. Coca-Cola trucks are grinding slowly.
Grinding first and second and third gears - Greasy w/ travel.
City trees are lit w/ white holiday lights.
Snow covers the green midwestern grass.
Holding hands. Forgiving &
As we walk down the big city streets,
Ice is melting in the dreamy, warm winter skies of
Droplets fall from the verandas of grand stores onto our
A symphony, featuring everyday street sounds is being
It’s a phantastic rendition of a small town girl’s dreams –
Starting. Stopping. It’s all improv and not a conscious
Not at all. And, we like it! It’s what we wanted all along.
We take the vibrations and start composing and directing
Light, love, innocence met by
rewarding experience and,
The beauty of coveting everyday life w/ out everyday
I wanted you to let go of me so
I could love you in
I wanted to love you in
. I needed to and did.
I was lonely here before you – once before, when I was a
Not that long ago from
John A. Conte` JR – Chicago,
Dec. 28th, 2002