In the Tower Ballroom


We watched from the gold painted heavens
Behind baroque cherubs and vines,
As the mighty Wurlitzer pumped old seaside ballads
Around the vast cracker-box mines,
And the hues of the rainbow rotated the walls
As the songs that were popular once
Came back altered, homogenised, covered in rock,
Yet the past remained firmly ensconced
In the pensioners, lost in their memories,
Who whirled through their glitter ball dreams,
In their musical box, built palatial size,
Deeply sewn in celestial seams.

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