LEATHER JACKET (To Baldie)

On an empty Friday I walked downstairs to get the leather jacket Needed a woman and yesterday, in front of the corner shop under the block of flats you looked good in it. Colour drawn by rain on the sidewall of ten floors light brown from dark. The swarthy part, the crease is the crook of the arm. Mountain in the atlas.

Dawn. Was dark before. Sat with a pretty plumpish girl not far from the Jereván on the curb. Screw it, plumpish girl. Left you before I could get to know you. Baldie put me in my place. His jacket on me. Covered my faults fucking well, and then there she stands… Hey, Karesz!

… come home! Something’s wrong with Mama. What the fuck? I go out just once and my little sister can only manage until midnight. Yeah, okay. It was hard to look after Mama. From the kitchen to the small room it takes longer than you’d think. Full-day shift… Walk was racketing about in it!

… now I say wow… the jacket called walking among the maimed battered walls of Nyíregyháza. In the end there was nothing wrong with Mama. walked home, left the woman. Had another drink, bustled about. Who was that girl? I don’t know… gave the jacket back at dawn.