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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
