When I Heard Elvis Sing Blue Moon
Pudding Magazine #58

When I heard Elvis sing Blue Moon
I was sitting in the basement
feeling lonely on a Sunday afternoon
more than thirty years after he died
1977 and I remember
I was staying at
my uncle’s house in Kentucky
on vacation with my family
we watched it on the news that night
I was twelve years old and
it didn’t mean that much to me
I knew who he was
knew some of the songs he sang
but there weren’t any feelings
not like the women they showed
who stood outside of Graceland crying
and now after all this time
after everything that’s come and gone
there’s something about his voice
reaching across the years
before it touches me
the longing it holds inside
the lonesome sound it makes
something I understand now
how the heart slowly breaks

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