by J. T. Brown
Sleep Elvis
Dream of summer days gone by
In the heated beat of promise
The anticipation of something new
Dancing on endless highways through the dashboard radio
Dream Elvis
In the Land of Summer now
On the road of Gilgamesh and Enkidu
In the heat of hair dryer winds
Kicking blind in a simoon, the sheath of a grim giant
Shake it over the Tigris
Rock in the Abu Ghraib
Wattle and wail to tears and mourning
In a pink Cadillac jihad
Blast 'em inta tha space age, baby oily pelvis
Rock and roll forever
In shifting desert sands
Awash with the blood of ancients
From your guitar hands
You are dancing in a dark dream
Where is the idol we once knew
Where has the song gone to
Take the road home to the land of promise
Give us back our dreams
We'll be waiting for you
Tom Brown is a writer living in Richmond, Virginia. His works include Journey to Cherchen and Other Tales and an audio collection entitled Dreams of Dreams.
