Marszałkowska St in the bus window
and the grey Palace of Culture on the left
like a cadaver’s tooth.
I was still asleep just an hour ago.

Why such thoughts today?
I’m going to be late,
Iwona will tell me off.
Go fuck yourself, Iwona.

A dark morning, the morning dark,
a roundabout, another stop,
the bed’s back home, and I am here
fighting off the sleep residue.

Two minutes late!
With Iwona there’s no fucking around.
Five types of buns
with bangers on a sausage warmer.

All this soon to come,
But now this bus
and some guy peeing
on the corner of Złota Street.

We leave him behind
and the post office on the left.
That girl in the front –
about five years younger than me.

A dark morning, the morning dark,
a roundabout, another stop,
the bed’s back home, and I am here
fighting off the sleep residue.

She must have had some drinks,
her eyes betray fatigue.
I feel like a drink too
as soon as I see Iwona.

In every shop, the boss
is the worst bitch of them all.
I’ll get some Ibuprofen off the shelf.
I have a headache again.

A dark morning, the morning dark,
a roundabout, another stop,
the bed’s back home, and I am here
fighting off the sleep residue.