Too hot to trot

Standing still on the spot

Blinded by an indignant sun

In a barren dessert, nothing is won

 

Off the street paid concrete

The midday sun is rightly shunned

Passed by a car-pool lane of one 

Into a world of riddles and fun

 

Dark neon hums while burning the air

Shimmering chrominance-overshoot reigns supreme

Skittles fly as pool balls hunt for their pockets

 

"Heehaws" abound as the beers flow and jostle