back in the eighties
like it were yesterday
a club long since gone
although not forgotten
in the old city of York
that was then the center
of our youthful world.
Now we’ve all moved on
those far off days seem
bathed in a golden haze
we punks, hippies, goths
within that Bohemian crowd
reappearing frozen in time
in the landscape of the mind
the once beautiful people
who partied the nights away.
Yet the past is another country
I suppose and like The Roxy
its doors are forever closed.