O Eva, Eva, songs will be sung about you
As you emerge through clouds of steam
To pour me a capuccino
And for a moment
You see in me
The Vldava
The rowing boats
In sunny May
The german tourists
Sipping beer
The slow and crowded
Urban train
Taking you home
From work or
College from
Home or
Work from
College
And so on
Like an old broken record
Until your dreams stopped it
And you emerged triumphant from a cloud of steam
To serve me a coffee at a railway station
While snow fell outside
Far, far from the Vldava
