The talk is already pointless
The drags by on crutches
Let's go drink somewhere together
By the window that will open
Slanted light in the streets
Migrating dogs in the sky
Let's have watery coffee
In the first floor sweet shop
Broken vending machines
Dark-haired men with good prospects
Various girls from the underpasses
Knee deep in fate
Big Siamese cats
Awfully risqué dresses
A chandelier that goes out
Someone calls out, "Hey, you two"