0:38 am café kapulsky
2 policemen hunting someone by feet
the waiter says they closing at 2 o’clock
across the street people laughing
I’m having a cafe au lait [large]
it could be everywhere but when you see the women you know it’s israel
the sound of cheap music mixed with the electric sound of a slot machine fills the night with strange noize
the third day is gone
- the fourth coming up
a warm wind from the south declares another hot day
two girls walking direction promenade they’re giggeling
everywhere israel flags yom hazmaut two dayz ago
every five minutes a car sirene – cheap surveilence ¿
the last day – yesterday ¿ I remind: everyone got a cell–phone 5 years ago: the all got guns
I ain’t knowing no one but I ain’t feeling lost
maybe a little bit but it’s the late hour
I can’t sleep I ain’t not tired
when I think back to yom hazmaut the city is empty now
breakline 0:57 am
2 undercovercops jumped out a car running direction central bus station
the warm wind has stopped still cheap music a cell phone rings
the table getting wet 90 percent airwetness
this little country just 49 years old
- 2 dayz
you have here a kosher McDonalds little cheap ImEx shops selling trashlike stuff and a sad George Michael singing out a black box
- don’t forget the Internet Café
a mixture of little america and moscow vodka east meets west and real angels queenmothers of tomorrow
I look up the waiter says something I understand: we’re closing now but he asked for another order
three girls crossing my eyes beauties like straight outta paradise
let me think ’bout staying here isn’t a crime
maybe I’ll doit like the 2 americanos from california
some months a year in the holy land until you’ll be catched
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got no other choice than to stay forever
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again: a cell phone rings
that’s kapulsky’s @ 1:19 am and the night is still young