"It's all elbows tonight!', my mind says at the sight

Not since the 90s has there been such a fight

For drink holders and the resting of arms in the dark of night

The pictures snap into view as elbows fight for the right

 

I suppose the fear of breath made it uneasy

For elbows to flex, bend and get teasy

The memories of a full cinema are dusty

Like a giant unscrupulous screw all rusty

 

The sight of an unlimited crowd

Eager, passionate as the hustle dies down

The projectionist flicks the switch for the crowd down below

As the lights dim low sitting elbow to elbow