"Coach"

[nazarovsky]

пардон май инглиш, я в нем слаб, но удержаться не мог :)

Once upon a winter chaos, while I sat in coffee house,
Drinking hottest cappuccino, eating usual crescent roll,
While I thought about resultant, suddenly there came consultant,
Very proud and exultant, near a table, close to the door.
“‘Tis is business coach”, I muttered, “likes the people to adore -
Only this, and nothing more.”

Thinking over my investment, and details of tax assessment
And of possible impressment and of many losses before,
Though his answer little meaning - little relevancy bore,
Yet I asked the consultant, sitting near the chamber door
“Tell me, coach, of my future? Will I succeed in my lore?”
Quoth the coach, “Nevermore.”

…

And the coach, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
Near my table in coffee house just as close to chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!