The Grill

The airflow like a two way street

Hit the bars where tunes where played

A stale array of fresh exchange

Amid a burst of brilliance flayed

Careless messages they left behind

Remind the sceptical and guarded

Of what we heard from what they said

Played out stories long discarded

Alleyways of manufactured shapes

Where the foolish volunteered

With prospects of escape in mind

Dead-end doorways commandeered

The roads now dressed in uniforms

Build barricades with hard-pressed eyes

Looking out for lame excuses made
Concealed in thinly veiled disguise

Based on 'Desolation Row' by Bob Dylan