Come you, cartoonists, <br />Hang on a strap with me here <br />At seven o’clock in the morning <br />On a Halsted street car. <br /> <br />Take your pencils <br />And draw these faces. <br /> <br />Try with your pencils for these crooked faces, <br />That pig-sticker in one corner—his mouth— <br />That overall factory girl—her loose cheeks. <br /> <br />Find for your pencils <br />A way to mark your memory <br />Of tired empty faces. <br /> <br />After their night’s sleep, <br />In the moist dawn <br />And cool daybreak, <br />Faces <br />Tired of wishes, <br />Empty of dreams.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/halsted-street-car/
