It was somewhere to live. I was
Just hanging around, courting you.
Afloat on the morning tide and tipsy feelings
Of my twenty-fifth year. Gutted, restyled
A la mode, the Alexandria House
Became a soup-kitchen. Those were the days
Before the avant-garde of coffee bars.
The canteen clatter of the British Restaurant,
One of the war’s utility leftovers,
Was still the place to repair the nights with breakfasts.
But Alexandria House was the place to be seen in.
The girls that helped to run it lived above it
With a retinue of loose-lifers, day-sleepers
Just hanging around, courting you.
Afloat on the morning tide and tipsy feelings
Of my twenty-fifth year. Gutted, restyled
A la mode, the Alexandria House
Became a soup-kitchen. Those were the days
Before the avant-garde of coffee bars.
The canteen clatter of the British Restaurant,
One of the war’s utility leftovers,
Was still the place to repair the nights with breakfasts.
But Alexandria House was the place to be seen in.
The girls that helped to run it lived above it
With a retinue of loose-lifers, day-sleepers
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