*Originally written on a Hyatt Regency letterhead, this poem was turned into a spoken word house music track and released on Fluential Records (UK) in 2002, with music produced by Wilson and Steven Mestre. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEwzPmUyKL4&feature=share&list=PLup4dwLr6N3ZPCn64lKCWwR5j-WbAhbNo

It was about 6:15 in the morning
I’m drunk and I’m high
and I’m in Chicago
now, I had just stumbled out
of some club, somewhere
I can’t even remember,
and um I walked to the corner
to hail a cab and
after five empty cabs just passed me by
one finally stopped
he was this white, mid-Western
working class kinda guy,
you know the type.
So anyway, I jumped in and said
            Hyatt Regency please
and he looked at me like I was crazy
and said
            Where downtown?
and I said
Yeah

Now, the whole way down to the
Hyatt, he kept looking at me
through the rearview mirror
with this real suspicious stare,
I ain’t pay him no mind though
cause a brotha like me was just interested
in the beautiful Chicago skyline
the way it looked
from Lakeshore Drive
all sparkly and clean in the sunrise

As we pulled up to the luxurious hotel
and I paid my fare
the cabby turned around
with a curious grin and asked me
            Where you going? To work?
and I looked back at him and I said
            Work? Brotha. I’m going to sleep.
and I grabbed my bag of records
and went up to bed.