Taking you to Memphis, Tennessee.
To a legend's house.
A land of grace.
Put on your blue suede.
You have a date with E. Presley.
Don't know why it took me so long.
People go there from all over.
Though he left his home,
His dancing shoes are on show.
In the king's halls your memory belongs.
Taking your smiling memory,
To your land of Oz .
The veil has been opened.
You're dancing from above.
I'm laying your flower in Memphis, Tennessee.
YOU ARE READING
Reflect
PoesíaA series of creative writings from a man coping with a mid-mid life crisis.
