The girl in the cafe said,
this is the last one sir,
no more for today
perhaps another day.

Jon thought I will take
my business elsewhere
but perhaps not today.
I need a coffee now and a bun,
preferably the cinnamon one.
And I have enough for just that one,
Jon said pointing at the window.

Aggravated she looked,
you didn’t hear me sir,
no more for today
perhaps another day.

Jon looked at the bun and asked,
is it really cinnamon or something else?
Can I have a little taste, a smell?
She looked at him disgusted and said something unclear
Jos didn’t hear while turning in the cold.
It was just a dream,
like most of his nightmares.

A homeless dream by the sea,
no waitress here to serve
no cinnamon bun for the unwanted.
Malmö can be really dark when you really need a coffee.
No more for today he heard.
Jos needs to drink out of his veins’ standard
and with any luck, Jos thought,
there will never be another day.