Graceland Gates

[couchgrouch]

Graceland GatesWell, Tom sang "It's Now or Never", then stepped off that tavern stageshook hands with the old bartender, then hopped a bus with his wageTom could feel the King beside him, as he crossed the Mississiphe seemed to whisper a message, each mile of his midnight triphe'd always wanted to visit, his hero's resting placeso his career'd have the blessing, of the Graceland GatesTom had dreamed of being famous, as a young boy in his bedbut dreams wither into shadows, if we trap them in our headnow he felt the King beside him, whisp'ring tales of rock n rollas the rhythm of the river, rippled through his restless soulTom hit Memphis at sunrise, where music stars are madefootsteps followed behind him, passed the Graceland GatesTom saw Cadillacs and diamonds, the finest cages fame could buywhile ghosts haunted lonely hallways, in the corner of his eyehe could feel the King beside him, and now his message was stronghis golden crown slowly melting, into timeless mists of songTom stood there by the gravesite, thought of his idol's fatethen he caught a Greyhound home, when he left the Graceland Gates(c)2007 Robert George