An old man
living in the nursing home
Elvis fanatic,
wheelchair sitting with sideburns taped on

Dark haired gypsy looking wife
nailed to his wall,
prettier than Priscilla
that never came to caress his lasting call

A couple of daughters, maybe two
just as gorgeous as better than Priscilla looking mama,
tried to keep his hair styled
as he'd talk out of his head in the evening sun,

vintage rockstar sunglasses tightly on
trying to bring back memories
of a day living was so much fun
aside from all else they stuck it out and didn't run
hoping the day he'd get better and back home soon
murmuring a tune while talking hysterically out of tune;

the caring nurses kept an eye out
but wasn't present
as he silenced with the glow of the moon
waving in his room's window.