Mystery Train Page #3

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anywhere near there.

And then it hit me... right there.

I knew that voice.

It was the King himself.

The king?

Had the voice of Elvis.

Elvis Presley?

As sure as I'm sitting

right in front of you.

And I drove down

Elvis Presley Boulevard.

And right in front of Graceland -

And I stopped...

and, sure enough to God, it was him.

And he was young too.

He was young and beautiful-lookin'

like in 1956.

And then he just...

turned to me, and he said...

"Excuse me, sir,

but in a year from now...

you're gonna do me a favor.

And I said, "Of course, sir,

I'll do you a favor. "

And-And I - "Just tell me what it is. "

And he said -

With a smile in his eye,

and he-he reached inside of his coat.

And he said, "When you meet

that girl from Rome...

I want you to give this to her. "

I swear to God this is true.

And then he just disappeared.

He was gone.

It was Elvis.

It was the King.

And then I - I was sittin' over there,

and I saw your back.

And even from there, it struck me

that-that you were the one.

I knew it was you.

And as sure as sunlight...

I knew I was meant to give you...

Elvis's comb.

A comb?

This is Elvis's comb.

You mean Elvis Presley, the dead singer...

said to you to give this comb to me?

- I-I did forget one thing.

- What?

Well, he also said that you should give me

a $20 delivery fee.

Well, we-we discussed it,

and he said that-that I could accept 10.

Okay.

- This is a very funny story.

- I know.

I - I liked it. Very amazing.

But I don't believe it.

This is $10 for the good story.

And this is $10 for you to go away.

That's for two cups of coffee -

yours and the gentleman's.

Excuse me, ma'am. If I could just have

two more minutes of your time.

I have no time anymore.

Just two more minutes.

Taxi!

I don't wanna stay

in this fleabag hotel anyway.

Like - I'll just, like, wander the streets all night

and, like, probably get killed or somethin'.

I mean, like, what do you care?

You know, thanks for nothing, mister.

Oh, my - Miss, are you all right?

I didn't see you come in the door.

- Are you sure you're okay?

- Si.

Gee, I'm real sorry. I guess it's, like,

not my day or something.

- I'm really sorry.

- Don't worry.

- "Air Combat"?

- Si.

Oh. Here.

Thank you.

- Are you all right?

- Uh...

no, I'm not all right.

This is, like, the worst day

in my entire life.

Just a minute.

Come on back over here.

Listen, I can make an exception.

This is one of those nights.

We're not that busy.

And after all, I can give you a room

for a share.

I mean, it's only gonna be

for one night, right?

Really? Um, you would do that for me?

Excuse me. I don't feel like being alone,

and I would stay only one night.

Would you like

to share the room with me?

- Uh, you wanna share the room with me?

- Man, f*** you!

Okay, 'cause I don't like

to be alone either...

and, you know, like,

then I'll have someone to talk to.

Yeah, that would be really neat.

You see? It worked out after all.

And I don't have to give her no discount.

That will be $22 in advance, please.

Oh, uh, we'll even up the bill

in the room. Okay?

Thank you very much.

By the way, are you all right?

I feel a little discombobulated.

Yes. I know the feeling.

Room 25 for the lovely ladies.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome, my dear.

Have a nice night.

Room 25.

Thanks.

I like very much your hat.

- I don't really like it.

- Oh, no, it looks good on you.

Thanks.

What a dump.

Not even a television.

F*** this.

So, you know the guy with the red suit, right?

The guy downstairs, right?

He said I couldn't stay here because I only

had enough money for half a room...

and I'd have to find a roommate

and everything.

Then he, like, starts this big argument

with me, you know?

Then, like, all of the sudden,

I, like, bang right into you.

It's so funny when things happen like that.

I mean, I can't believe it. It's, like, so strange.

I don't know.

I'm really gonna miss Memphis though.

I really like it here.

I had a pretty good time here and everything.

And, like, my brother lives here too.

See, we moved from New Jersey.

He opened this barber shop, and it's really

nice and everything. He's, like, really great.

I'm really gonna miss him.

But I feel so bad and everything 'cause I didn't

even call him and tell him I'm leaving.

It's, like, what am I, f***in' stupid?

You don't call your brother and say good-bye?

Like, now he's gonna find out

from Johnny if I don't reach him first...

but everything was so emotional

and f***ed-up with me and Johnny.

I don't know.

I feel so bad and everything.

But who is Johnny?

Johnny? Oh, he's my boyfriend.

Well, he was my boyfriend until today.

Well, until this morning.

See, that's why I'm leaving Memphis.

I just can't be with him anymore, you know.

I just gotta get away from him, you know.

I just have to leave here before he winds up

doing something really crazy or something.

I don't know.

I'm gonna miss him.

I guess I still really love him.

Did you ever think to marry him?

Marry him?

Well, I don't know. He, like, wants to

marry me, but there's, like, just no way.

I'm just not ready yet anyway...

and I wouldn't marry him

'cause he's so damn stubborn.

And he gets real quiet and everything.

I never know what he's thinking.

Then he gets really paranoid.

I don't know.

I just can't take it.

He works in this cotton warehouse,

and he hangs out with these black guys...

and they call him Elvis.

Wait. Like Elvis Presley, the singer?

Yeah, right, but not that he looks like him

or anything, or that he even likes him even.

But he's got, like, this dark hair, right,

like in a D.A., you know, like that, like Elvis.

And I don't know,

I think it's really funny.

But he really hates it when

they call him that. He's really cute.

He's from England.

Well, you know where that is, right?

- Oh, yes, during Carnival -

- He's got the cutest accent.

You know the way they talk over there?

I just love the way they talk.

I love the way he talks

when he does talk.

I mean, he never says anything.

How am I supposed to know what he's

thinking if he never f***in' says anything?

Maybe I talk a lot or something...

but, you know, at least it's better

than not talking at all.

I don't know. I don't know why

I attract these guys.

Maybe that's my problem. I should look for another

type of boyfriend that talks more than I do.

Well, I guess that's kind of impossible.

It's, like, what am I, f***in' stupid?

I'm still in love with him anyway.

Sometimes even the greatest love

can last only one week.

Yeah.

Where are you planning to go now?

Well, I got this girlfriend, you know.

She lives in Natchez.

- Natchez?

- Yeah, that's in Mississippi.

She's got this baby and everything,

and I haven't met the baby yet.

Well, I haven't met

the husband yet either.

Well, anyway, I guess the baby

must be at least two now.

And she said I could come and stay with her

for a while, 'cause I could probably get a job.

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