He was a busy man.
And by the end, he was very tired.
But no sooner that than that, he thought,
A ring from the phone unexpectedly came
The next day he packed his bags to go back to Basel,
Or Hamburg
Where the unfriendly waiter did not wait
Off the factory street
No service was bought
And no tip given
The food was as expected
Not serving well but doing well,
In all accounts
All was lost, contracts signed
The memorandum circulated
A view off the street that he had seen
The same waiter waiting
The dumbbell, the cloth
See, in all considerations
He was a busy man
And had life elsewhere,
But of the best places
Slowly,
Certainly, going backwards, counting backwards
Slowly.