@AlternativeJapan 2 November 2023 edited

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