In a Train Station

In a Train Station Quickly we had our breakfasts Then we both gazed At the station clock The morning train is late Everything is wet At night, the rain poured heavy I listened to it Hitting the bricks on the roof. So tasty is this coffee, you said The smell of bread, the flame of the oven And the two bags You didn’t wear your trenchcoat, I asked You didn’t reply You doubted Whether we could reach the airport before noon The plane won’t wait for us, you said What if the train never arrives We have no time The hands of the clock are not moving And those waiting before us Took their bags and disappeared What are we waiting for? I was lost in the cumulus clouds Over the chimneys of country houses Yet, the village was still sleeping The station guard switched off the lights And left, humming a song Tell me When will we leave too? No one is here Even you You are not here The rain has dried up Your dreams became pale And very far is the airport.