1.  <Baker Street>
Early morning perfect sun
Upon the quiet neighbourhood.
Everything’s just like it should be
But for the sadness Chet Baker brings
In black and white,
Sometimes blue
That takes me to places,
Fading traces of you.
2. <After Pujo>

Leaves move gently
Against the autumn sun
Splitting it into uneven pieces
Through the space between
Sleeping apartments and cars
Parked beside the no parking sign.
The telephone wires crisscross
Above the roofs and railings.
The streets are empty,
The festivities are over,
The noise is gone.

3. <Bitter than Coffee>

No birds singing
No breeze blowing
No, I am not aching
In this blue and white morning
The clarinet knows:
The staleness of my words
The aftertaste of cheap cigarettes
The gloom of dull money plants
The restlessness of absent ashtrays.
Free as a doubt
This subconscious reality
A momentary flake of death
When you hold your smoke too long
Only to exhale time
Closing your eyes
Just for a while.