Ole Movie Theatre

Those nights when we grew up...

Ole Movie Theatre

 

We round the corner,

To find the empty building,

once it was our favorite Friday

Night place,

The marquee is blank now,

A broken exit sign swings sideways

In the wind,

The brick has faded from red to light

Pinks,

The doors remain locked

And the front windows are grimy

Facing Main Street.

The plaster ceiling crumbling inside the vacant lobby,

walking home,

We talk about enjoying the smell of popcorn

And tasting the theater candy melt in our mouths

As our feet stick to floor and our eyes are fastened

to the big screen with our hands linked often

Between mouthfuls of buttery kernels,

We relive that youthful feeling inside those dark walls,

Knowing we didn't

mind the wait in line or the uncomfortable

Chairs now empty forever.

J. E. Cook ©2017

Author's Note

Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. I lived in Detroit before the riots. The city was a alive and so beautiful. I remember the bright lights and so many people. Sort of sad to return. Old places and old memories make us remember the better days. Thank you Josie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thanks, for sharing your memories here, too!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Josie.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

love this poem
in avoca a favourite holiday destination of mine since childhood still is
avoca nsw they have the original movie theatre.
its still operational.
lovely place.
avoca beach nsw

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thank you for your thoughts on this one! :)

[wordman]

memories,sometimes bring pain,of a time and place still fresh in our minds

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thank you for reading this!
:)

[wordman]

my pleasure