Mystery Pub’s here/ Leigh Street babble, weekend blooms/ cold beer and cocktail

Murky bar innards/ stairway to heaven shut/ Perhaps next time, Jane

skinny legged man/ alone by a window sat/ wife sneaks fast photos

three chords from the youth/ Sorry, no Hot August Night/ Still, better than Pink

Spring sky smears up/ Friday city friendliness/ pub’s done; quick, home now.