as i walked in, i looked around and asked out loud,
“is this elvis day or something?”
i heard a deep voice following me in who answered,
“you better believe it baby.”
and that is how we found ourselves sharing a breakfast space.
luckily, elvis read the sign, waited to be seated
climbed up on the counter and belted out hits
elvis worked the crowd and met a tiny dancer
and changed costumes before my second cup of coffee
it was a full breakfast.
“to me, john lennon and elvis presley were punks,
because they made music that evoked those emotions in people. “