Cadillac on The Bowery
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Cadillac on The BoweryCadillac on The Bowery |
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Originally Posted by poetography Cadillac on The Bowery Metallic green rust bucket Parked on cobbelstone street Darker green cracked vinyl top A relic from the 7O's when big wheels ruled these city streets Now so lonely parked next to bouwerie lane theatre They shortened the name to Bowery like they cut the size of Cadillacs in half Car and old theatre soon. Will be gone One recycled into metal scrap the other to condo or trendy shops Once upon a time driving a big ole Caddy. Blazed a story driven by and The Bowery chewed one up and spit it out right onto the cracked and dirty sidewalk . This is a poem feature in my book with the same title as the poem published in 2008 . I read it earlier in the post at OP, and gave it a rating. LOVED IT ! |
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Cadillac on The BoweryThank You |
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Re: Cadillac on The BoweryMy baby's gone...gone like a '59 Cadillac...all the good things they ain't never coming back. |
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Cadillac on The BoweryGreat voice - I can hear it |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.