Bankastræti Blues: Claus Ankersen
Bankastræti Blues
Your legs of lamb, Reykjavik
the red, crispy, tender, juicy
young meat and the way you swim
like a fish in the water or round and around
a juniper bush
or a sushi counter
I drill my way under your skin, Reykjavik
peek through the crack of your fresh fillets
and walk in the white powder around your lakes
Up Bankastræti
and back down
Up Bankastræti
and down again on the other side
Up Bankastræti and far out into the designer wilderness
along Laugavegur
and the vitaminized water, Reykjavik, in all the colors of the rainbow
and the little elf children
with their clear eyes
on Nikitadurinn’s tenth anniversary
I spot a glimpse of the old you
your inconquerable wind
your brutal snowfall
your sweet sun
the majesty of your mountains
It seems like you can’t really make up your mind, Reykjavik
for winter hibernation or solstice rave
I think there is a monster hiding beneath the quilted jacket, Reykjavik
a foodmonster
a drinkmonster
a dopemonster
Eat like a man, Reykjavik
fuck it and party through
After all, it’s just Saturday six days a week.