Elvis Reinvents Television - Poem by Michael Waterson
The quiet boy from Tupelo
set tubes aglow with cotton-pickin’
hound dog caterwaul,
how he slung that guitar
they say he could barely play
like a shotgun.
The way he rolled
those hips black-and-white,
you could tell
color was coming.
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