12.x.22
1010
3.284
at Gundel’s
piano beginning
though this particular jazz is yet to be invented
palacsinta
chocolate
typewriter clatter from a corner yet
but mainly coffee, iced, hot, hearsay
elephants, palms
myself?
I come from another century
from a ragged book
a long way back…
notes stray from the page
everything here’s hop skip and a jump
the heroes’ square
a thousand year’s conquest
museums, parks
the come and gone
and here must be goodbye
because he knows
one would be mad
to come back to the storm
when there’s a ticket out
it’s 1937
there’s neither here nor now
but laughter between of wars
while it lasts
I imagine the last day here
Béla won’t stand, won’t toast
to never seeing his son again
he won’t because he knows
still cheers for the heroes of bat and ball
lots of advice
another round
the end is near
and I know that they are still here
that we must be the ghosts
still some glories won’t fade
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