NUMBER 72
NUMBER 72
Once there were three offices here
One north, one south
And the regional one above
First time I visited
‘Chelsea Girl’ was below
A security guard stood on duty
Just inside our entrance
They say he sold fruit and veg
When the bosses weren’t looking
Later other shops
Occupied ground and first
If you didn’t take the lift
You could hear their music
Vibrating through the walls
Someone told me that once
There was a basement garage
Accessed from the back lane
It closed down but the car lift
Is still supposed to be there
And there was a ghost but then
This city is full of them
I never had the pleasure
Once there were people here
Bright and full of tricks
Proud people never let you down
The ones Hitler couldn’t break
Always a bit of drama
But got the job done
I was happy here
Bit my lip when I left
Now nothing remains
Number 72 is a victim to progress
And financial efficiency
Everyone has relocated
And the spirit has left
This unpretentious building
I bet even the ghost has gone
Must have had a good package!
David Subacchi
Fri 6th Feb 2015 10:30
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