Across there - the four trees

Across there - the four trees,
The roof rose in a cone,
The saleswoman without a tooth medium,
Angry line behind the bus.
There, by the sea dog red,
On the bench-advertising station,
And the coin didn't call -
Under the sewer grate,
It's just a simple drive. -
Half an hour or an hour with a penny,
Before the big red shield -
With apricot stickers,
It is lighter and more transparent water,
Stones black and salty,
And the window of my attic
Unfastened by a green curtain,
But the moon, like a kitten, hunched,
I'm sleeping in a blanket behind her.
Under the window playing Scorpions -
The real ones.