Here is the final poem in my series, 'Poems from Chicago':

Brick by Brick

The skyline expands, and disappears into the sky

This place is for me

Chicago

My neck breaks, as I try and look to the top

Of the building that they told me is my new home

Made some friends in big and small places

Chicago

Never lived in a big city before

Come straight from the country

But I’m gonna make it here

Mama said I would

Chicago

The streets are busy and bustling

I think I’m going to love it here

Got a great deal on a house near downtown

Got fancy shoes on my feet, a briefcase in my hand, and a pep in my step

As I cross the street

Chicago

My desk is fresh wood

Clean, and waiting just for me

Looking around at all my busy colleagues

I’m on the fourteenth floor

I can see Starbucks from my window

And the bustling street

Chicago

The boss comes in

He says: “Welcome, Son”

And slaps a big folder on the desk

It’s time to get to work, I guess

I don’t leave until midnight

Oh, well, it’s Chicago

Now I return home

To my lofty abode

Sirens blaring as I lay my head on my pillow

Set my alarm for 6 a.m. tomorrow

Can’t wait to face Chicago, tomorrow