Oslo Sonnet
Today I made a vegetarian meal it was not any good, but we
ate it, after all, it was healthy and I remembered the time when I had the idea
of becoming a vegetarian cook or chef as it is called now got an interview in
Oslo and took the night train. Third class and the open carriage was full;
luckily I had a blanket with me I used it as the tent so I didn`t have to talk
to anyone.
ate it, after all, it was healthy and I remembered the time when I had the idea
of becoming a vegetarian cook or chef as it is called now got an interview in
Oslo and took the night train. Third class and the open carriage was full;
luckily I had a blanket with me I used it as the tent so I didn`t have to talk
to anyone.
It was a seven-hour journey it was so boring I was ready to
get up a scream but somehow fell into a trance. We arrived at eight the station
café was open I had a coffee and fell asleep. A man in uniform woke me and told
me to leave this was not rest- room for vagabonds. Oslo was entirely grey, building, people,
the road it was as colours had fled to a tropical paradise and cold coconut
milk first thing in the morning
get up a scream but somehow fell into a trance. We arrived at eight the station
café was open I had a coffee and fell asleep. A man in uniform woke me and told
me to leave this was not rest- room for vagabonds. Oslo was entirely grey, building, people,
the road it was as colours had fled to a tropical paradise and cold coconut
milk first thing in the morning
By now I had lost all interest in the vegetarian thing and
ate eggs and plenty of bacon took the train home but in a first class
compartment. At home, there was a cable for me a job on a ship a week later I was
in Jamaica where the colours in Oslo also had gone. I met a girl we danced to
the music from jukebox something about a blanket on the ground and the night in
Jamaica was blue silk, the moon was full and golden.
ate eggs and plenty of bacon took the train home but in a first class
compartment. At home, there was a cable for me a job on a ship a week later I was
in Jamaica where the colours in Oslo also had gone. I met a girl we danced to
the music from jukebox something about a blanket on the ground and the night in
Jamaica was blue silk, the moon was full and golden.
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