Red Cadillac -------------------------------------------
a red cadillac on a silver tray.
parked under a grey ash mountain
between people talking, drinking,
accompanied by the barroom
voice and piano of tom waits.
the cadillac has lost its glamour.
Why did the Cadillac lose its glamor? I mean a classic is a classic, even when accompanied by Tom Waits, right?
And they shouldn't be visiting the barroom and driving, either.
(Boy, I must be getting old)!
I liked the images of the silver tray and the gray ash mountain, reminded me of cigarettes, for some reason. There's another thing becoming a bygone thing.
Also, why Tom Waits in particular? JC.
Enjoyed the imagery and the topic. I love cars.
Interesting write.
Is it that because the red cadillac is surrounded with people that are oblivious to the fact that there is a cadillac among them, they still keep doing what they're doing and that's what made the cadillac lose it's glamour?
The cadillac could be a representation of somthing else as well...but overall, it was an interesting write!
I loved the image going through my head while reading this.
This conjures up the image of a dreamer who works in a diner and stares aimlessly at the picture of a forgotten era... depicting glamour, glitz and wealth. It's become faded with age though and just as the voices in the background fade and become meaningless... so does her life. Wait... I'm depressing myself... maybe you can give me a hint as to what you intended the poem to convey.
Submission Name: Red Cadillac
