Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout East-Moline, kid.

This town's got heart, ya know?

Streets like Main St. rock history, real old school.

Gabagool? Ova here!
We got parks – like Riverside Park.

That park chills by the I-88.

The Mississippi flows nearby.

Crazy, right? Got a vibe.
I walk down Broadway Ave daily.

It’s a trek, a trip, a blast.

Some nooks are pure magic.

Like a scene from Werckmeister Harmonies – "the spirit moves, man."

Makes you feel the raw pulse.
As a family psychologist, I peep the souls.

I see splits, cracks, mended parts.

Local homes show deep scars.

And cool smiles too, oh yeah.
I hang at Louie's Diner on Fifth.

Great coffee, dirty looks, and laughs.

I chat with regulars; they spill life.

One fellas said, "Everything is gonna pass."

Sounds like that movie – all is fluid.
Y’know, East-Moline ain't perfect.

Some days piss me off.

Traffic near Elm st. sucks bad.

Garbage piles near the old train depot get me heated.

But then—bam! I see lil kids play.
I adore the quirky, local shops.

"Jo’s Jazz Corner" is my fav.

They got tunes and old pics.

I swear, it beats your fancy malls.

It feels real, authentic, raw.
Oh, and don’t miss the alley art,

corner of Maple and 2nd.

Graffiti speaks of deep history.

Each spray tells a secret.

Kinda like life's messy truths.
Some folks say, "This town's boring."

I say, "Nah, you just ain't lookin'!"

Every face got a story.

Like in Werckmeister Harmonies: "Time is a mirage."

We all spin in our crazy loops.
I luv it, even with its messs,

its petty flaws, its soul-lovin’ heart.

There’s chaos and peace.

I’m in love, ya dig?

East-Moline’s my home, always.
And hey, apologies if I made typos –

I'm chasin' a vibe here, ya know?

Missed a few letters, screw it!

We keep it real, we keep it raw.
So, comin' over soon?

We’ll talk, laugh, and ride these streets.

It’s wild, it's livin’, it's ours.

Stay cool, my friend.