p.s. I just remembered I once published a poem about Elvis – 

ELVIS

It began with my lonesomeness,

a wicked look I suddenly remembered in your eye

from when I was small and you were on a black-and-white

twelve-inch console TV we would strain to watch

as a family.  Your smile said it was okay to be

wild inside and to feel the music inside you

coursing like blood through the veins of your hidden

places.  And your hair that wouldn’t stay

where your fingers combed it, even with all that cream…

God, and that feral twist of your lip

dipped into my algebra and put values right.

So now – almost fifty – I see you on the street

coming out of a pizza parlor – and I am not at all

surprised you’ve hit my neighborhood consciousness

at last. 

And I wrote an article about the song, “Only Fools Rush in” but I have to dig it up.