Who Is Still In My Dream

I was expecting a night of the usual loneliness

I was feeling bright, quasi-catatonic

Framed before being photographed

Unsung and suddenly legend

Unknown and renowned 

Before a lightning bolt's end

Was infamous

Nobody, drunkard, clown and my name

Were synonymous

Until she entered my tilt-a-world

I had seen her before in a live scene

A re-shot of a Brooklyn crime drama

Unknown and renowned

Playing a lost, teenaged mama

Who lived a dream

I hid from her as I saw her coming

Talking and laughing with her 'entourage'

They found me hiding in my secret world

Tilting farther and farther to the nethermost

She brought me out a dying ghost

Unknown and renowned

Was alive...and thirty years later I still love