Tuesday You Sweet

One gets to wake up and smell the coffee.
One has things to do, people to see, places to go to.

On the metro, undertown.
On the combino tram, sliding on Korut.
On the blue, blue buses of BKV.

I am visiting my suburban Mother today.
I will sit in the room that used to be mine.
That room with blue beds and Swedish curtains.
That room is still untouched.
As if waiting for my return.

But once you live in Pest you never go back.