Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Nacht in Munchen


There's music in the back room/
an ugly face behind the bar.
The glasses are dirty/
the women, old.

It's another night in Munich/
I never thought I'd be so alone.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Munich... the city that still echoes Hitler's footsteps and his violent, hungry brownshirts, now with the Mc Donald's polyglot signs announcing its wares, the Hofbraeuhaus offers you liters of beer, Romanian gypsies on the brink of a fresh swindle, I miss you, Muenchen, "little monk".