Cinema

There’s no one around

But the two old-timers who visit when they’re in town

The credits are rolling as they walk out

I get to my screen

With the phantom audience sat there waiting for me

But they don’t complain where I take a seat

It seems

Even now, I still stop by

Most stories look better wide

And I feel at peace here, ’cause

While the adverts might’ve changed

The popcorn tastes the same

And in the end the day’s always saved

So once the picture stops

I let the hours pass, distracted in the dark

Even now, I still stop by

Most stories look better wide

And I feel at peace here, until

The lights come up bright

When it’s over

I step outside and I think I might get

Some dinner somewhere nice

Tonight