Don’t hate me when I say this but I don’t like poetry. There are a few poems that touch me or remind me of my childhood (thank you, Shel Silverstein) but for the most part, I can’t stand poetry. I could go on as to why, but lets just say I’m not renaissance. I’m new age. Well, sort of.
But music… Music is my poetry – it takes me somewhere else. I know, it could be classified as a poem set to a tune but that tune is what makes the difference. For me at least. I hear a song and I can spout off something it reminds me of. What grade I was in, who I used to sing along with, who I crushed on at that time… music just has that effect on me. Either that or I start dancing. I got some smooth moves, that’s for sure.
So when I uploaded my pictures from the Bluegrass Balloon Glow and I saw my photos of the pink Cadillac that was parked in the field, I heard The Boss. And I had to sing along. And dance.
I love you for your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back
Oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money
On a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in back
Of your pink Cadillac