Dolores Dream (Elling Kurt)

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