Morning coffee ‘neath Art Deco
the world goes by outside
and I wonder what the towering glass
in Deansgate has to hide
Built in stone in thirty-five
Its Manchurian portico
has seen so many ages pass
and people come and go
‘Tho its grand design’s now fading
it has grandeur still to see
and as I sit with cappuccino
that fact’s not lost on me