’67 Chrysler midnights

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Chicago, death, friends, ghosts, O'Henry Ballroom, poetry, Resurrection Mary, sonnet, vanishing hitchhiker, Willowbrook

Would you remember after all these years?
The ’67 Chrysler midnights
The power steering didn’t work, headlights
that needed fixing high beams, rebuilt gears
The dull gray fenders colorless and blight
The brakes rebuilt but squeaking and unsure
No seat belts there to make you feel secure
When chasing after ghosts in the moonlight
We drove out to the woods on autumn nights
out looking for the girl who vanished there-
Resurrection Mary buried where
I’d find you lying in your grave tonight
You dance together on O’Henry’s floor
and no one ever sees her anymore

Mary

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Archer Avenue, Chicago, flarf, folklore, ghost, Mozart Ave., poetry, prose poem, Resurrection Mary, Southwest Side, vanishing hitchhiker

A well-known vanishing hitchhiker- my favorite evening at The Oh Henry Ballroom.  A young man meets a girl, most beloved, who supposedly wanders the streets down Archer Avenue late at night, dating back 100 years, playing at Jeannie’s Bottle on the 12th. If you are there  after 8:30 p.m, many men have had heart stopping encounters with the gorgeous  legend, dancing at the corner of 47th St. and Mozart Ave.  They don’t like to talk about this blonde-hair, blue-eyed Mary Bregovy, just a bunch of hooey seen on numerous occasions after a fight with her boyfriend at the Oh Henry Ballroom.  Young Mary stormed out into the cold, where a moonlit encounter with an urban legend makes a compelling case for resurrection. She still manages to find men who long to dance.