Berlin Bust Stop

Magda used to drive the 92
all the way from Staaken
to the Zoo.
It was a great surprise to see
her out of uniform
at the bar
on Kaiser Friedrichstraβe, where
neon bosoms loomed over
dark doorways.
I bought her fizzy apple juice
for the price of Krug and
she winked hard,
saying 'I am a Pole, English!'
'Can't speak Polari,' I
slurred at her
spectacular bosom lit by
sequins and not neon tubes.
I passed out
outside the doorway far from the
gutter but still quite near
the pavement.
Magda took my money, again,
at noon on the Heerstraβe -
since I'd walked
that far - to catch the 92.