Morning Coffee, Tokyo Station
Morning coffee
Tokyo Station
Life is meant to be lived
Watching the people pass by
All their different inimitable faces
Mistaking French kids
for American backpackers
I met with friends last night
Sleep deprived
Prepared to down some good, strong Scotch
Smoke a cigarette
Have a laugh
And forget that painful state
Maybe I talked too much
Timing a bit off as a drunk insomniac
But laughs were had
Taboo topics slung around wildly
Hands on friends' shoulders
Their hands on mine
And even after all the slosh
I woke up at 3:30 a.m. in the hotel room
Only slept a few hours for the third day in a row
I prayed to some version of God in my head
jacked off
listened to some conspiracy videos
and somehow — some goddamn-how —
Fell asleep
Now an older woman walks by
in a super colorful patchwork pattern blouse
skinny with mousy, dyed reddish-black hair
I'm glad to be alive
drinking my coffee
The night's catharsis has left me lighter
If a bit uneasy about my loud mouth
And the balm of the morning air
and all the faces —
from the almost-horrified wide eyes of the
exhausted British mom dragging her
giant luggage around
to the rude guy who stood right in front of me as I
sit here, inches from my face
And all the little kids in the strollers or this one, now, holding mom's hand shouting
tiny caveman "Ah!"s into the air
to get strangers to turn and look, both mom and son laughing hard when they do —
Have me feeling alright
Alive, even with all the commie bullshit
this dumb world plasters everywhere
over the top of the beauty
These free verses are giving me vibes and I am catching the idea. Really good.