Klasse 1 comfort - deLillos

På et tog satt en mann med en bok

En liten bag stod plassert i en krok

Han hadde vært på møte igår å konferert

Han var nesten femti år

Og nybarbert

Og han var en handelsreisende mann

Og ellers var han sikkert uinteressant

Han satt og leste om ny markedsstrategi

Analyse frem til 2010

Og så mistet han ned på gulvet sin penn

Og så bøyde han for og ta opp den

Og så slo han hodet mot det lille bordet

Og kokvarm kaffe sildret ned via nakken som både brant og sved

Og han reiste seg og skrek obskøne ord

Og skrek også noe om NSB

Da toget kjørte inn i en sving, hvor han selvfølgelig falt og gled

Og smalt sin tinning ned mot PC’en sin som stakk opp av bag’en i kroken på

Klasse eeeeeen- Komfort

Sunn fornuft var en av hans typiske trekk

Men han fikk i hodeskallen en sprekk

Han hadde slått seg stygt på høyre hoftekant

Men denne smerten uteble

For nå var han lam

Og han var en handelsreisende mann (handelsreisende mann)

Og ellers var han sikkert uinteressant (sikkert uinteressant)

Og dette tenkte han for første gang i sitt liv

Da de bar ham ut i ambulansens bil

Og når han tenkte på dette så måtte han le

Og han lo enda mer da han så for seg det

Da han slo hodet mot det lille bordet

Og kokvarm kaffe sildret ned

Via nakken som både brant og sved

Og han reiste seg, skrek obskøne ord

Og skrek også noe om NSB

Da toget kjørte inn i en sving

Hvor han selvfølgelig falt og gled

Og smalt sin tinning mot PC’en sin som stakk opp av bag’en i kroken på

Klasse eeeeeen- Komfort

Klasse eeeeeen- Komfort

Klasse eeeeeen- Komfort

On a train sat a man with a book

A small bag was placed in a hook

He had been to a meeting yesterday to confer

He was almost fifty years old

And freshly shaved

And he was a businessman

And otherwise he was probably uninteresting

He sat and read about a new marketing strategy

Analysis until 2010

And then he dropped his pen on the floor

And then he bent down and picked it up

And then he hit his head against the small table

And boiling hot coffee trickled down through the neck that both burned and sweated

And he got up and shouted obscene words

And also shouted something about NSB

When the train ran into a turn, where he of course fell and slipped

And slammed his temple down against his PC that protruded from the bag in the hook

Class eeeeeen- Comfort

Common sense was one of his typical traits

But he got a crack in his skull

He had hit himself badly on the right hip

But this pain did not go away

For now he was lame

And he was a merchant man (merchant man)

And otherwise he was probably uninteresting (probably uninteresting)

And this he thought for the first time in his life

Then they carried him out in the ambulance car

And when he thought about it, he had to laugh

And he laughed even more when he imagined it

Then he hit his head against the small table

And boiling hot coffee trickled down

Via the neck that both burned and sweated

And he got up, shouted obscene words

And also shouted something about NSB

When the train ran into a turn

Where, of course, he fell and slipped

And slammed his temple against his PC that protruded from the bag in the hook

Class eeeeeen- Comfort

Class eeeeeen- Comfort

Class eeeeeen- Comfort