To Ali: From a Chicago Girl

Remembered his Chi-Town days,
79th Street? A maze.

The Tiger Lounge- his hangout,
People packed tight, all about.

Convertible, double-parked.
No matter, if others barked.

Saw him once in ’98,
In a limo, north of State.

Came for a pic with MJ,
We all cried, “Ali,” that day!

Window down and a big smile,
Hearts pumping on the Mag Mile.

Leaned out a long slender hand,
Memorable size and span.

We all hollered, “We love you!”
He waved as he went on through!

the-greatest-michael-jordan-muhammad-aliLynn M.                                                                                                              June 12, 2016

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