Elvis at the Counter

Woke up from a dream where I was sitting next to Elvis.
We were parked on some barstools at the Mattapoisett Diner.
I ordered pancakes, the King - he had a Blue Plate Special,
He looked in my direction, then said, "Pass me the ketchup".
Gradually, our conversation turned to stars and music,
He was lookin' out the window - chewin' on a toothpick.
We talked about Rockabilly, Mississippi and the Blues,
He told me he had blisters, from wearing Blue Suede shoes.
I said, "Elvis, that's the price of fame"
He smiled, apparently, he'd thought the same.
The waitress passed by, with a coffee pot in hand,
Filled our mugs to the rim, flashin' Elvis her pretty grin.
Yeah, I know it was just a dream - but it seemed so real.
I could almost hear the music - the kind that makes you feel.
Me an' Elvis at the counter - we shared quite a meal.
Clearly his mind was preoccupied with other thoughts,
He shifted in that chair when dessert was brought out.
Another round of Joe, complete with cream and sugar,
Colonel Parker paid the tab, ignoring the onlookers.
Elvis lived the American Dream, signing with Sun Records.
Formerly a country-boy that no one had ever heard,
Blending Negro sounds, with that White, gospel music,
Wouldn't be too long before the radio stations played those hits.
My alarm clock's ringin' again, seems to be my enemy,
Mornings and me, we ain't never been so friendly.
I'll see him again sometime, it won't be long,
Bidin' our time, one day we'll sing those rock n roll songs.
Yeah, I know it was just a dream - but it seemed so real.
I could almost hear the music - the kind that makes you feel.
Me an' Elvis at the counter - we shared quite a meal.