On a cloudy cool evening at the Entertainment Centre
We filed in as an older age group to see the greater entertainer
Some say he died but we know he lives on
In all the movies and the rock and pop songs
An old friend of his introduced the evening's show
With a 40 piece orchestra backing making Elvis flow
All the songs that we knew he sung again tonight
From hound dog to blue suede shoes just right
But the songs I like from the late sixties and seventies
Were the ones I wanted to hear and they were all beauties
In the ghetto, burning love and my favourite suspicious minds
It was an evening with the ghost of Elvis in heaven divine.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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