steve_1

By the same author:

dining car
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"Man, why did I bring that big old thing along," Steve asked himself aloud as he lifted his guitar on the luggage rack. Of course, he knew why. He took off his coat and threw it on top of the guitar and then sat down in his seat. He took a look in the "Zugführer" which lay on the seat next to him. "Holy Cow! Four hours!", he exclaimed. That's a long trip. He would have time to work. Cool. Now, where did he put his notebook? He rummaged through his backpack. "Damn!" He had forgotten his thermos at home. God, I'm so disorganized! All right, he would have to buy tea on the train.

By now, people sitting near him were staring at him. So what? He didn't care. Let 'em stare! He took out his walkman, put in a John Gorka tape, and opened his notebook. He might be able to get a chapter written before the train reached Cologne.

Wrong! As hard as he tried - he just couldn't write without a cup of tea first. "Where is the guy when you need him?" He was looking for the guy who sold coffee, tea, and snacks on the train. But the "dude with the food" was nowhere to be seen. It was probably too early in the trip. They hadn't even reached Bremen yet. He sighed and slumped back in his seat.

John Gorka was singing in his ear: "Can't make up my mind, nooo, can't make up my mind." That's it, Steven decided. I'm going to the dining car to get something drink.

On the other hand: Didn't his mom use to tell him that patience was a virtue? Maybe he should wait just a little longer.