Drunken drag-queen nights
yet now closing forever, past its hey day
when cigarette smoke blurred the neon lighting.
25 years of escapism
and in these sad times of Covid-19
so many hours to think of what has been.
It replaced the Stage Door:
I remember Enola Gay filling the sweaty air
and dancing with the carefree vigour of youth.
Minsky's, I visualised 20's Berlin:
Cabaret, Christopher Isherwood,
but yet more Cardiff consigned to the past,
oh, those halcyon days...travelled so fast.