Stairs rise past the theatre.
Low stairs, like a frozen elevator.
The theatre is shaped, illumined
like a Wurlitzer jukebox.
Glowing signs in purple, red and yellow.
The theatre dances. The poster above the foyer
depicts men in suits with powdered faces.
The steps continue on the other side of the road.
A cyclist comes down the road.
He's dressed like its 1974.
His clothes are styled as if for an industrial dispute.
His 1970s eyebrows curl up like black flames.
The frozen escalator rides on.
A wooden fence lines the way.
Pictures pinned to the fence.
Line drawings, portraits
of David Beckham,
Princess Diana. Elvis.
But done badly.