Tgi Friday

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.