Slightly different poem here--
it's called "Elvis Moving a Small Cloud:
The Desert Near Las Vegas, 1976."
"Stop this motherfucking limo, says the King.
And the caddy, halting, raises fins of dust
into a landscape made of creosote, lizards, dismembered
tires.
The King's been reading again--
Mind Over Matter: Yogic Texts on Spiritual Renewal
by Doctor Krishna Majunukta, A Guide
on How to Tap the Boundless Mental Powers of the Ancients.
Bodyguards and hangers on pile out, his Highness, shades off,
scans the east horizon.
Boys, today I'm going to show you
something you can tell your grandchildren about.
He aims a finger at Nevada's only cloud, lo!
Behold!
Now watch that fucker move."