The City

My whole intention is to make an impression

Words are my tools and this verse my invention

I want you to focus and know this, G,

Put down your mobiles and notice me

won't let you forget me or file this indefinitely

fade into the past like a minor celebrity

I'll do what I can to stake my claim

Shout from the hilltops to make my name

A struggling writer, not angry or bitter

Not yet well known but still handy on Twitter

Dispensing what you need like a pharmacy

that's why I'm being followed by Clara G

and Amy Reid and David Dunne

Names familiar to maybe some

Another appearance in Inside the M60

spinning my name out like a digital frisbee

I look at my life with a different framing

Every weekend, this city is changing

Last weekend I rolled to Bar 38

I needed a drink, I was thirsty, mate

When I got to the door, the bar was all new to me

The name of the place had changed to Purity 

Punters arrived and lots of them swarmed

The bar is a shelter like a rock in a storm

On house music once the city had thrived

then in 2011 the scene all but died

Only this bar was still pumping out tunes

The DJ performed in the underground room

Bini's a legend, her views are insightful

She claims Peter Street is due a revival

The rest of the road is just units for let

Didn't go long ago, no? You missed the best

Beautiful women, relaxed atmosphere,

Easy to pull if you didn't have no fear

I won't shed a tear over the way the era faded away

I want it back is all I can say.