Cadillac Dreams (Ode To The Cadillac Lounge, Toronto, Canada) Poem by Fab Ricciardi

? A pink one like Elvis’
Or a black one like Sammy’s
A stretched one like Jerry’s
Or an oldies like Tony’s?
And I, drift away…
Awaiting the realization
Of my Cadillac dreams,
While riding the streetcar
To nowhere destinations,
To a job I detest,
To a woman I no longer love,
To a rat infested apartment,
To a stinking bar
Where nobody knows my name!

And yet, I still dream
My Cadillac dreams,
Of loving what I do,
With someone I love,
And a great bar like,
Sammy’s Cadillac Lounge,
Where Alaska Mike and
Everybody there
Knows my name! !
But, that is not reality,
My dreams now interrupted
By the blaring horn of a car,
Impeding my way
Up the streetcar steps,
Onto that stupid ride,
To my stupid job,
And my stupid girl,
And my rat infested apartment,
On my way to that stupid bar
Where still, nobody knows my name.

Yet I still dream
My Cadillac dreams!
Sweet rides
Of love and happiness
To the Cadillac Lounge,
Where everybody knows my name.
Sweet rides without despair,
Without hate,
Without rats, or
…Am I just dreaming?