Train at six fifteen

Train at six fifteen

bottle is empty like a well of wishes
without a single drop and without a coin
nigh is spent and dawn I wait
a pub called Dawn is my home

foggy-headed that evening

resting my head on my elbows

as I'm sitting alone at my table
and now they are all mine because no one is there

except for me and the old bartender

who is napping across from me

dozes and mumbles

don't break glasses gentlemen

for thirty years I put up with you all

yes, yes thirty

and I address you as gentlemen
bartender is waiting for his shift at six
the pub works like a hospital twenty four-seven
in three shifts
and he is on the hardest shift
I'm waiting for the train at six fifteen
bartender dreams of a shift change
there is no one to replace me

I look into the bottle as if into a well of wishes
I wish that train never leaves