After work I found some pints at The Crescent ―
you’ll be happy to know the Beetham Tower
(a.k.a. Fish Finger) still peers over the chimney tops.
The same two old guys stood at the bar
in their flat caps and tweeds.
I sat in the booth where we had a pint ―
the one where Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels
sat and discussed the theory of Communism ―
and you took my picture.