SHRINE SISTER:

Chicago,
I remember you,
Freezing,
Thinking I was actually going to die,
As I crossed the road from the theatre to Tower Records,
The cold so surgical it was in my bones before I reached half-way,
Standing in the middle of the road,
Waiting for a gap,
Muscles stiffening,
Heart slowing,
Alone,
No phone,
Thinking,
Wow!
Well,
What d’you know?

(Listening to: Ornette Coleman – ‘The Shape Of Jazz To Come’)

(K)