Out on the Streets by Chris Lloyd

We go out on the streets
see who we meet
mostly it’s sweet
and kinda neat
a proper treat
seein’ our peeps

We might have a beer
chat if we c’n hear
chill with no fear
have another beer
we don’t do gear
keep our brains clear

We go to a gig
venue ain’t big
have another swig
have a bit of a jig
to tunes we dig
see a guy with a wig

On to the next place
gotta nice bit of bass
coming at your face
sounds really ace
much more space
yeah picking up the pace.

A guy with a Fender gets up and plays
like a GOD with loads of delays
it’s like he’s in a wond’rous daze
he’s good but we ain’t fazed
and we listen totally amazed

A girl with a cello is next on the stage
opens her music at a random page
starts playin' like she’s in a rage
her music ain’t from no stone age
she stands up like Boudica in a cage

The place goes insane
we want more of the same
but she struts off stage like a theatre dame

Then it’s a poet who gets us clappin'
struttin' around and doin' some rapping
shoutin' and poutin' his arms are flappin'
at every turn his toes are tappin'
each poem magically over lappin'
as he leaves the stage we ain’t nappin'

A DJ takes over to finish the night
mashin’ and scratchin’ with all his might
mixin’ the tunes and synchin’ his lights
perfect end to a perfect night

A night on our streets always full of treats
crash back home, get between the sheets.

Good Night!

©Christopher Lloyd