For people who like to make things
LaSalle St.
LaSalle St.
Whose streets these are I think I know.
The brave commuters of Chicago-o;
They wonder why I’m standing here
To watch the streets fill up with snow.

The hurried folk must think it queer
To stop without a shelter here
Between the Loop and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

The give my lazy butt a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The Streets are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

With apologies to Robert Frost.
Canal St.
Canal St.
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