Dreaming Graceland or Zombie Land: Double Tap
When you think Elvis was a fraud,
a rip off the black man’s voice;
when you finally meet someone
who smells like candles
instead of gunpowder and whiskey;
who is comfortable with you
driving that pink Cadillac
all the way to Memphis;
who won’t
throw your pink stuff
to the side of the road;
who will kiss you
and hold your hand
until you arrive at Graceland
and try on those blue suede shoes
that actually fit;
let you gyrate your hips,
and for one moment,
feel like the King;
until you open your eyes
and really, really see
that you’re in Zombieland.
