The station at the City of Saints
An intermediate stop
A watering hole for travelers
Refreshing spot for sushi lovers
Beer drinkers
Burger eaters.
Or just for taking a seat at a bench
Waiting for a bus connection
If one missed a better planning
For subway arrivals
Watching the girls in tights
Passing by
People from all over this globe
Who feel at home here
Looked after by the state for
Finding a foothold
Except for expats
Who suffered badly when they
Returned.
Not favoured any longer
But also taken for a ride
Except in time when they
Began drawing on social
Help
Especially at medical services.
Viki says it’s a helluva good
Country to live in
And Mrs IRA lauds the Viennese
Water
Derived from mountain springs.
The poet loves the museums
Auras of quaint elegance
In habits and of classical buildings
But he feels a lack of preparedness
By the cultural institutions
To promote artists
Aside the mainstream dictations
Of the ruling class.
STOPOVER.REVOPOTS
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.
