I drink a bitter coffee
black, the way I wish
two days old, I drink it cold
to shame the loneliness
I eat a pickled sausage
not even on a dish
in a robe, no one to scold
to shame the loneliness
I watch the television
blank, and pictureless
I sit and stare, who would care
to shame the loneliness
I sleep like in a coffin
dreaming of a kiss
in my clothes, shoes and soles
to shame the loneliness