Know not what I wrote
Hands trembling head reeling
To contemplate to write
A poem on Dire straits

Who would dare I know not
The music flows within
Only the lord of creative can
Create music without words

The tunnel of love
Shoes the heart of gold
Something like solid rock
Which cannot cut like a 6 blade knife

All say old is gold
Like the golden rock of it yesteryears
Feels like dancing
With Sultans Of Swing

Adam &Ant once told
Music only beyond gold
Mark Knopfler my word
Genius beyond history

Dire straits know not straight
With Pvt Investigation
Capturing Romeo & Juliet
Who were running round the Wild West

Preaching love Brother Hood Of Man
Where Money means Nothing
Hey you got so much to write
Of today's Industrial Disease

Agreed man is too big and strong
What's wrong with Walk Of Life
Towards the New World News

Straits real Park Straits
When Calypso music began
Developed into a realm
As lalluby follows me home

I know not
what I wrote
Only that Telegraph Road meant to me
Touching my soul like

Where do you think you are going
Dire straits is real straight