Elvis on a Slant

Louisa Howerow

In the summer of fifty-nine
the king rocked into Shedden
wearing blue suede shoes,
a smile, offering us love
me tender, love me sweet.

We danced on ion beams,
hips gyrating
to music that flailed, bled,
slid into a moan.

Spent, we cruised
Beale Street blues
in white limousines,
unfolded secrets,
promised lies.

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Louisa's poems have appeared in AugustCutter, E2K, A Woman of A Certain Age and now Wicked Alice!