Walls of crumble Posters of exhibition Drum beats, cymbals and electrics Flow through the annex Piano keys are dancing Songs bounce on the air And vending machines release In the old gothic corridor Bags, books and pens Projectors, desks and improvisation Movement and stretching In the mirrors of a dance studio Cafe, pool table and laughter Cigarette smoke up my nostril Small television up on a shelf flashing As MotΓΆrhead seeps from the jukebox Rehearsals for a play Nerves slowly stand to attention Then the applause from the crowd Before the scaffold and lights come down Off to the pub for beer The gang of goths terrify on the street Being kissed quite unexpectedly When naive and unworldly Now home slumped on the sofa Head spinning like a top Up at a ludicrously late time of day Back to college for more