blues in London

Birgit sang the blues in London

Oblong mirror in a small room

In Godge Street,

Mirrors her

Sitting alone in white sheets.

Through the open window

This late afternoon

Invisible tones are complaining,

Streaming in,

Dancing slowly in her room.

It’s raining in London

In a melody, lonesome

Just like the man in the street offers

From his wind instrument

In the still air.

The cranes in the sky

Mirrors cranes in her sky

And it’s going to end;

This good summer

-yet the beat goes on.