In a restaurant
Elvis hung on a wall
Slightly crooked –
-nostalgic sepia,
Trademark pompadour.
His far away gaze
Staring blankly
Out at nowhere,
Through a window
At the drabness beyond.
In the background
“Always on my mind”,
Plays quietly behind the scenes -
- while a midday sun
Trickles colour into Elvis.
I leave after coffee
And take a walk
Down lonely street,
Where I will search for
Elvis in heartbreak hotel -
- I need to tell him
How much I miss him.
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