White Cadillac Prayer, 3 A M
( In collaboration with ChatGPT (OpenAI’s conversational language model)
I told Him once,
my favorite sat under halogen moons-
White Cadillac parked at the edge of night.
It looked different— special in some way— and my first impression was right.
A Race-Car in preacher’s robes!
Specs in the window read like scripture:
horsepower, torque,
zero to rapture in under five!
Price tag: $100,000.
But what’s that to The Divine?
I made a promise,
if I ever received it—
I’d "Open-It-Up"
only where the road runs true
and only at 3:00 a.m.
when the world sleeps
and there's no one to hurt but me
because I Love To Fly but
I love folks more.
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NOTES:
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Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2025
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