We waited,
and waited,
and waited
for the long-haired idol
who drove
a pink cadillac.
How were we to know
the engine had blown
halfway between
Memphis and Tupelo.
When he finally arrived,
(Only two hours late! !) ,
we were beyond ecstatic.
The crowd cheered
and stomped the floor
until the dust in the old barn
filtered upward into the
blue spotlights on the upper beams.
We were beside ourselves
as we Rocked with the KING!
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-idol-1956/
