one fiftyone

up, grey after all that rain last night.
Peace  and quiet. Bathroom.
Silence.
at five, clockbeep.
Clockbeep off.
Four bells saint Martins.
Four bells saint Jodoks.
Five bells , the Ursuline convent.
Not simultaneously, consecutively.
Leave bed find clothes watch and bag.
Shave and -
three pigeons in Kirchgasse.
Street still damp.
Sneaker day.
No good morning lady.
No-one at the busstop.
Tablet taken? yes.

Bus driver.
Morose.
Takes the money, gives a ticket.
Yorma anastasia says "Ihnen ist wos obbi gefallen"
Look down,
Five Euro note.
The girl is right.
She is bright.
Coffee and pretzel, stamp and thank you.
No station blognotes today, all from memory.


Cargo train passes, full of truck trailers.
train late.
train wait.
train later.

Yapping foreigners in the train.
Slavic.
Big family.


Train is late in Freising,
miss the local.

The day has gone from good to bad already.