The bus driver
At the lights
Looks like
A sixty something
Elvis
Who would be
About eighty-five
By now
So I guess not
But guessing is half the fun
I wonder if
The King
Found
Calm
In a new life
Safe
In the South Wales valleys
On the green, green grass
Of a home
He had never known
Maybe
He goes to the Elvis convention
In Porthcawl
And always comes fifth
In the lookalike competition
Though he doesn’t mind
He’s just happy
To be
With the people
Part of the everyday
He smiles gently
At me
As I cross the road
And he drives off
Into another life
Unstuck Monsters 