Catching Up With Caroline...
I think you just missed her,
Caroline was having lunch at Harry's Hot Dogs.
She had a notebook with her,
Probably writing a poem about Harry Caray,
He was there with her,
Having a polish.
It was just last Thanksgiving week,
She was having a brandy alexander,
Writing a poem at the Walnut Room,
Sitting with Robert Frost.
I'm pretty sure she was at the Russian Tea Room with BB King,
Writing a new blues song for his next Christmas album.
I think it was the day after New Years,
She was in the Marquette diner,
Ground floor of 300 West Washington,
Taking notes over corned beef hash,
Collaborating with Maya Angelou.
She's too fast to catch up with,
Caroline is.
I don't know who carries who,
Her,
Or that beautiful and amazing notebook.
She's a literary angel,
You know.
Her words have wings,
Let them go to your ear,
Wherever you go,
She'll whisper on the Chicago wind,
"Keep writing."
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/05/2026
For Caroline Johnson.