The Curzon

11 Nov

The Curzon on the corner

Next to Woolworth’s in Old Swan,

Was like an ageing movie star,

Its days of glory past and gone.

My mum and dad would meet

to watch the golden oldies there,

Charlie Chaplain, Betty Davis,

Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire.

When war came folk would flock

To watch the news about the fight,

And the Curzon was a refuge

To escape the blacked out night.

Through the fifties Elvis Presley

And Cliff Richards stole the screen,

But the sixties found the Curzon

Art Deco had lost its sheen.

In the face of mass desertion,

And the bigger screens in town,

The ice cream lady melted,

Final curtains soon came down.

At fourteen I was stacking shelves,

Where the stalls had been,

At the Fine Fare supermarket,

Every Old Swan shopper’s dream.

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