Elaine the Girl
I woke up early ...placed my breakfast, poached egg and grilled tomatoes
On a tray and read Nick the Greek from start to end in bed.
It galloped forth and I held on , not need to turn the horses head
It led me to where it willed to go
To where the desert flowers on low flat sands turned into Neon Lights
The dancing girls ...pan faces and their tapping toes
.... cars and glitz
The sleeze the breeze of the eternal summer air
Where Palm Trees bent in wonder as to why they’ve been
Transported there.
T’was the closest to Elvis that I’d come
That you knew little Dottie ...he liked them young
And tame
And then ...of course
There’s Nick the Greek a cypriot who gambled well
But lost all in the end
A man who dined and shined ...read poetry
Between the fall of dice
A man who had a heart attack but still kept bidding on
Outwitting the hard Mafia who’s business was to win
And then book had ended...and Elaine had gone
I think we need a sequel...called...Elaine ...the Girl.
Kristine Byrne to Elaine Campbell 7th April 2012