And and and

Thursday 18th tctuber zo is

at ihe 1ns stop, say good morning to dolores. The

man with the bog cotton hair is silent today

no hello, nothing. He is deep in some thought.

The walrus-like bus driver takes the fare money

exactly counted today. sit down at the back of

the bus, that hhhis where memory slips UWIM The

station, caught in left over dreams from last ngl,

untill the forecourt of the brightly lit railway

station, jump from the bus to the raised paoema

for pedestrians, walk along behind a young

woman in light btmhtrousen, the outline of

a 'phone showing on the left hand taeh pocket,

thread the way through the haytasardky

placed licydes, greet the snoher at his spot

by the ash tray, okmh the stairs, leave the

light trousers with the phone outline, ga

pin the line at the cafe and wait.

give the bald headed bearded man The

discount card and a coin for the coffee,

he makes a cup and gwes the charge,

returns the newly-stumped card with

the change from the cain, serving other

customers all the white, taking orders.

and the tte cup, get a plastic lid

and g e-to the small metal stool at The

back of the cafe, sit at the table.

somebody has written things on the

table with a sharp instrument at some

hind, but what does it matter?. The

boards the table top is made of are

very thick, they will not be seriously

damaged by all of this. Memories one

of school, fifty years ago. Desks in

the hall in Stephens green in Dublin,

deeply carved with the names and initio,

of past students.

The coffee is terrible, bitter and burning

on the mouth. Drink it quickly, it is not

an enjoyable beverage today. start to

write these notes, then finish, gather

up the pen, the notebook, the bag and

the mug of coffee and go to the platform.

There is a goods train in the station,

all the dark rusty wagons blocking the

light, hhrhig the view over all of those

illuminated plot forms.

And at platform six, finish the

coffee and discard the mug in a nearby

waste paper container.

and when the train is in,

batten on the carriage door

And when it opens, sliding, step in.