Poetry assignment...

He was an Elvis impersonator, a damn good one at that -
With a drive through attitude and knack for things fried golden -
Servicing in the middle class McDonalds two blocks
From our condo- with fingers as smooth as snakes he played –
Rockin’ pianiste was the title he gave himself,
Added the late e to emphasize greatness, prestige.
And because he didn’t appreciate “piano dude”.
I remember eating chicken nuggets with you, graciously
Going through pieces – ecru colored - is this chicken;
Is this meat; what we should expect from a pianist McDonalds
Or can I tip this man for playing Bach with a hairdo in
Tribute to the guru of rock, Mr. Elvis himself?
But then one day it hit me, like the heart attack I
Got from excessive fried-ness and obesity
that this is real life and the man emitting melodies
over deep fryer complaints in his lilac obscenity
is just a rock n roll hound dog in middle America.