Blue Suede Shoes Poem by Amera Andersen

It all started when I rented that house.
My life had changed as I opened the door,
the chills in my bones, I felt through my blouse,
‘twas built in the fifty’s down by the shore.

Things seemed to change as I walked in that place,
the era had jumped for backwards it went.
My mind became hazy in time and space,
I felt more relaxed, I felt more content.

I looked in the mirror to my surprise,
a pretty young girl in a poodle skirt.
A reflection of me in a different guise
with bobby sox and a pretty white shirt.

I went to the bedroom, hearing the blues
and there stood Elvis in Blue Suede Shoes.