Ode To The Local Impersonator

A poem for the faux Elvis.

Photo by Viktoria Blomberg Book on Unsplash

Some of you are Twitty, some guys are Cash

Maybe not the real thing, but to our little town you’re a smash

High school assemblies, town hall shows

When your name’s on the sign everyone fills the rows

John Doe turns a star for a few nights of the year

A substitute teacher, janitor, a cook, or cashier

A faux Nudie suit, covered in rhinestones and dust

Takes up space in your closet, but if you threw it out we’d be crushed

So whether you’re Elvis, or MJ

No matter who you portray

We truly appreciate all you do

Our town wouldn't be as lively if it didn't have you