Costa Culture

On the promenade,
in Funky Town,
the neon comes on,
when the sun goes down.
The un-dead come out
with the not-quite alive
and head for the bars
for a drink or five.
Maybe a show, "just
a touch of class",
a sequinned man with
padding on his arse.
Much more make-up
than he used to use,
he's one of a dozen
Granny La Rue-s.