will you keep waitin` at the bus stop?

Agus Sulistyo

the freezing wind blew
nothin’ new in my blood tissue flew
even a poured beer or whisky
over the bulb hung on a black coffe ceiiling
shakin`
an empty glass nothin` fills in

and the night fell deep blue
finding a foot step along the highway
as a clue
the shadow of your due

magelang, 2004