The Cafe

I noticed him across the room In the cafe where I sat, I knew I'd seen him many times I was sure of that. I sat there very quiet I didn't want to stare, I knew he was familiar As I watched him sitting there. I turned my gaze away from him And looked out on the street, There in front of the cafe Parked a cadillac in pink. I could over hear him order With a southern kind of drawl, The waitress was quite nervous I knew she was in awe. He asked for a simple sandwich Peanut Butter I heard him say, With slices of banana Would really make his day. As he turned his gaze toward me I could almost hear him say "Please keep my litttle secret For at least another day". A song came on the jute box I couldn't even talk, The song was not a love song The song was "Jail House Rock" He walked over to my table And said "I think you understand Who you think I might be Is not really who I am." As he turned to leave the cafe In his leather suit so tight, He told me to enjoy my meal And to have a pleasant night. As he got into his cadillac with his rings of shiny gold, I knew exactly who he was... The King of Rock and Roll. Lynn Barany