Poem - Argyle Street

Everybody's been here for a
period of time and momentarily
walk up and down or drive on
through to wherever they may be
destined to get off at.

One way in and one way out,
the people walk and drive about
but don't stay long. It would be
wrong to spend more than two
minutes at a time.

People come from down below
and others do not even know
what way they're going; they're still
growing older and the young folk
are much bolder, as you see.

A sign says "Everything Must Go"
but none of them inside you know
where they'll be heading. They are
heading off to different pastures.

When someone from the past walks
by, its easier to let on you're shy
or that you didn't see them pass.
Another little memory lasts inside
your head forever.

Production is the key to this:
the travellers score and homebirds miss
the point in why we do not stay
that long or sing a song.

Mission is still possible 'til
six o'clock, before the shops
close down until tomorrow, leaving
shoplifters to scheming and the
junkies keep on dreaming.

Precious moments pass until
the moment comes to last a
little longer than the people there;
they walk on and don't even care,
'cause this is just a brief stop.

Commuters from east will
travel west today and vice-versa;
they will stay for one night only,
heading home alone and lonely
back along Argyle Street.

How they need a rock to build
their hopes and dreams on; solid
land instead of sand but they
just march to their own drumbeat.

One way in and one way out,
the people walk and drive about
but don't stay long. Another
little memory lasts inside
your head forever.