Again That Hour

Again that hour when taxis start deadheading home

Before the trolley-buses start to run

And snow dreams in a lace of mist drift down

When from asylum. barrack, cell and cheap hotel

All those whose lives were lived by someone else

Come once again with palms outstretched to claim

What rightly never was their own

Nelson Algren

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Rush Street Chicago
 1942