HATACHANAH HAYESHANAH
THE OLD STATION
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This way down to the hot street Was for me a path to the world Of a drunk selling cold Malabe With peanuts and red sugary syrup A belt for 10 (shekels) and a free cassette tape Grape juice and a newspaper for those that wait A movie theater that shows “blue” movies And a Persian hat with embroidery
I would go down to the old station And it was to me a different country A country of waiting reality When the rain is falling and when the sun is shining
Suddenly I belong and sometimes I am outside In a cramped and hurrying world Among avenues of inexpensive shoes And Falafel stands with all the extras Public bathrooms that you can smell from afar Taxi drivers that never learned to be quiet Drunk and blind men look at the world Yeshiva students earning free Mitzvahs.
I would go down to the old station…
On the way to the brilliant Tel Aviv I stop at the cracked reality Of pita with Zatar and an egg on the side Of the doubt of Rabbis with hands extended For 10 shekels three cassettes With familiar songs from all the countries And the black mud on the sidewalks And a driver mutters half a blessing
I would go down to the old station…
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