I can see my face
in the chrome bumper,
on the yellow
Chevrolet.
White-walls and
sun visor
just turned on
the radio set.
Gonna go to the
Drive In
on the way there
pick up,
Georgette.
Got there and
the film was over
should have bought
a Corvette
At the heart of the eight compelling nonfiction stories and five-article appendix which make up Dreams of the Immortal City Savannah is this interesting question: What would your life mean if you were living someone else's dream of what it should be?