1246 - The quality of Mersey

I’m at a night that’s called ‘Come Strut Your Stuff’
At the Egg Café here in Liverpool
We drove all the way here with just enough
Time to spare to get a slot; it’s a cool
Night, right enough. Four minutes, that’s the rule
For poets, anyway; a simple rhyme
Some storytellers, their confidence full
Of fiery eye, of hair long; Calvin Klein
Might be out of place here, maybe, but I’m
Not. Got three or four poems all lined up
Which I wrote recently, hatred the fuel
Reflecting this barren and lonely time
Bringing vision and focus: here’s the proof
I’m out and about, not a homely fool