The urban German sprawl quickly cooled,
as it gladly threw off the heat of the day
like a toddler, shedding clothing
wanting to run free and naked.
A throwaway plastic cup tumbled across the station
platform and onto the tracks, caught by a stiff
breeze from the train that sped past. The next one
was mine, several minutes away yet.
A young couple is necking on a bench,
the overhead fluorescent light is flickering,
the strobe effect catches them with an odd illumination,
their passionate advances seem almost robotic.
The smell of half eaten schnitzels and
stale beer, wafts from a garbage can beside me
as I turn again, the necking couple is gone,
stumbling up the steps, laughing
still engaged in amorous pleasantries and
I was thinking of the underground clubs
further down town and how I was to be
entertained by
the counter-culture with their raucous Iggy Pop
Clash gyrations and of course, the beer, I liked
the German beer, always fresh, tasty but
very filling and speaking of filling…
my bladder is about to burst so, I duck down
the stairs, leading off the platform to relieve myself,
in the dark, as my train arrives and I miss it…
because of a much needed piss, “Shit!”
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