Night Bus

Night bus, night bus coming down the road

Coming like a troubled truss, for our woes to unload

Night bus in the water, in the river with the toad

Night bus its double trust, all your thoughts its knowed

Night bus on the Danube, down Bartók Béla, crossing near to Blaha Lujza utca

Crossing over the border, crossing lines and crossing hairs

To get her in your sight

Yet you know she!s not the target

Target of the night

Night bus rolling strongly like an unstoppable force

Filling with the people of the party

Flowing out like a river’s course

Filling up like sardines

Filling up like kippers,

Making me sleep your night bus dreams

While I put on my slippers

Getting out in the rain, in the heart filled night

In the mountains of my youth

The moon burns big and bright

In the architecture of desire, the buildings are taking shape

They fall and quake into one another

A new home to make

Night bus brewing merrily,

Like a kettle a boil

Steaming down the wet rainy streets

With the night busman’s toil