The New American Dream is
breakfast on a Route 66 Diner
The New American Dream is
midnights and moonlights and
cactus soundtracks and desert sunsets
And road trips into the
endless blue sky.
I chose art the way most people
Choose a normal life.
We gaze at the stars without
Realizing they’re gazing back,
The eternal audience to our film production --
The scenes flash like strobe lights.
Dark shadowy figures loom like
Wisps of cigar smoke. Glitz and glamour
And pearls and perfume, beer and
Ball gowns, Alter-egos & Stage names - I choose
between interesting characters or solitude.
Can you feel the weight
of the history in the room?
Can you feel the freedom
in the air? I’m only fully alive
on stage or on the open road,
I’m the New American Dream,
Gatsby’s got nothing on me.