The one Dreams are Made of

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It was an evening I could never forget
sunset was closing in
the air was fresh
a midsummer breeze
lemonade in hand
watching the Cadillacβs driving by the sidewalk
everywhere people were just enjoying life
I walked towards a gentleman
playing a guitar outside a barberβs shop
I just stood and listened
he played a tune so familiar
yet, I couldn't think what it was
ah yes I got it
βItβs Now or Neverβ by Elvis
Just then, the barber shop door swung open
and out he cameβ¦
the star of the show
oh yes, it was Elvis Presley
Iβm a pretty shy gal, but I screamed at the top of my lungs
my all-time favorite superstar
standing right there in front of me
flustered like a ten year old meeting her idol
I dropped my lemonade all over my sandals
he stared at me, almost as if he knew me?
then all of a sudden
he started singing to the music of the guitar
a concert just for me perhaps?
as tears of joy rolled down my face
the song finished and he went on his way
but not before I got a kiss on the cheek and a wink
I stood for a while, reflecting on
how much the lyrics of the song
meant to me at that one single moment in my life
I never did see him again
but each time I hear his song on the radio
I remember that concert
the one just for me...
the one dreams are made of.
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Comments
Hello Shirley...
The only time I was starstruck so to speak was whenever the mention of my Hockey guy...
Hockey Season I was only 6 year old girl glued to the T.V.
My Dad knew him well...
When I was 18 he had already retired from Hockey and my Dad ran into him and brought home a huge box for me...
My Dad said here...
Thank you I said...
He said it's from your Hockey guy...
Oh what is it?
I want to see him and thank him...
My Dad said look he's a friend of mine and no...
I just wanted to say thank you...
He said you're way too shy...
He doesn't have 4 hours waiting for you to stop staring at him before you say something...
I will give him your message...
Okay...
Thank you...
Great fun write...
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
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Thank you so much dear Sparrowsong, I've even seen MR bean up close and personal but alas, for me Elvis is just a dream .. so very lovely to have reminded you of yours. Amazing how poems can connect each other. Thank you dear poetess. πΉ
lovely ink Shirley
Thank you so much,Β it's my slumberbash
(a party in my dream) πΉ
Hello ShirleyΒ
I was transported into the 1950s USA here!! I love that musical era...really enjoyed this :)Β
Lorna x
Ah,Β how kind dear Lorna, I'm so glad you have enjoyed this. I adore Elvis and the Beatles and so many others, they just don't make music like they used to. πΉ