Dolores Dream

The white, electric skillet of a day

Threatened to sear us all away -

Fat frying, spluttering - rank Chicago smeltering along,

Smothered in heavy, wooly sweat,

The city knew a sad regret

For staying long in summer's heavy.

No escape. Delirious.

So I went subterraneous.

Maybe I'd dream about Dolores'

Kinda' auburn hair