The station Tanah Abang

The booth, wearing cap
ask, where sir?
micnya brought closer to his thick lips
her eyes is looking on me
have a ticket to Kutoarjo, Sir?

Ou, is up, if you want to fill
to fill orders according to the identity
maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow there is the ticket
if for now there is not?
no, sir gone
people queuing behind me
also got the same answer

if the ticket is up, why not shut it
so people do not wonder
spend energy only
so, transportation management
beloved country

poem by Prasetya Utama
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