I want to fly to Chicago (After Andrew Bird)
Cathedral rafter reverb
Steadies the violin strings
Into my headphones.
Plucked, strummed, and bowed,
A single instrument,
Swells into orchestra divine.
A lemon struck twist melancholic;
A minor chord
Sung in a one-man choir throng.
I want to fly to Chicago,
On the card flip whim.
Of hearing a song.
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