I met an old friend of mine last week
He had some green papers in his pocket
He has become an electronic geek
His face got crooked when I said I was a rocker
He wore expensive hipster shoes
Drinking coke from a plastic bottle
He looked proud as a goose
Showing his teeth, already rotten
My bag was in the corner on the floor
I was looking at him with surprise
Talking to him was like talking to a door
And he knew no compromise
I left him in that cafe, I went out to the rain
With his phone with an apple on its back
He was sitting, not even having turned his head
I looked at my shoes of leather, being strangely glad
A meeting
© Copyright: Герр Кайзер, 2012
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