Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Thermal quartered...

A woman struggles with autofocus...
While the strobes fade...
The singers gone sour...
There is no soul...

The venue is classic...
The aura is lacking...
The band once mesmerized...
To audiences mature...

Theyre now talking...
To lost juveniles...
To amblers-to anyone...
Who'll listen.

There is no tune...
Surely this cant be...
The groovers of yore...
They've lost their own...

How can they get mine?