Announcing, ’Wembley, I love you’
adrenaline surging through his veins
Melvyn raises his arms upwards
acknowledging the acclaim
Winking at the pretty girls
as they walk on by
Older ladies blushing
as they catch his eye
Confident the audience love him
as he packs his guitar away
Seeing the same, familiar faces
almost every single day
Playing for love, not for money
tunnels intensify the sound
Rock and roll can just be heard
above the noise of the Underground
Was there with you. Thank you
Rock and roll. What’s not to love 😎
Thoroughly enjoyed reading this. A story within a poem which rhymed well and flowed beautifully when read.