Melvyn: Wembley

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