Christmas Eve
Graceland closed for the holiday
when the Taxi dropped me
at the gaudy glittered gates
Snow swirled
in the Memphis air
the wind a wailing ghost
as I hunkered in my
second-hand pea coat
I listened
with all my might
thought I heard his voice sing
“I’ll have a blue Christmas
without you.”
In my mind
I imagined The King
feasting in the kitchen
on his fried peanut butter
and banana sandwich
I turned my back
on the colonnaded porch
walked to a diner up the street
smiled and hummed his song
feeling warm inside
Author notes
my first poem (yesterday) for national poetry month
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