In a Dark, Barely Lit Room

In a dark, barely lit room Monday night maestro Twice nightly in Birmingham Sold in cardboard boxes Minimum drink purchase required Gold flakes by the fire Hand crafted using renewable energy And we say Na Na Na Na Na Hard and twisted wrought iron Cannot get through the mesh Yet we can feel the heat. Not much to be said. So much to be written I am writing so fast I am not even stopping To read my writing