The Lit and Phil

In the basement
is the Loftus Room.
Where a grand piano
waits to be played.
There Swan demonstrated
the first electric light.
Forget about Edison
and all that shite.
This was the place
it happened first.
Where a Pet Shop Boy
sneaked down for a smoke.
Where upstairs is a library lined
with busts of marble men.
There’s a hush and a musty smell
of old books and floor polish.
A lady serving biscuits, coffee and tea,
and we sit round a large table reading.
On a Saturday morning at the Lit and Phil.

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