Recorded:

TOKYO, March 3rd.

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I lug a suitcase, packed with my life, 

Up and down, all around,

The streets of Tokyo.

I crave the cool breeze on my face, 

Yet my body asks politely for warmth,

I find in the seats of fast trains,

And in the crammed corner of a friends car.
Camera bags topple against my head,

My head topples against the window,
my thoughts toppled against my skull,

And I topple into tiredness.

It’s time to wheel the suitcase,

Along stairs that can’t be rolled,

Only to stop at lights that shouldn’t be crossed,

Into elevators best made for one,

But today we’ll fit two.
The streets of Tokyo, 

Ask me who I am today?
Which I have no answer for.

Look in my suitcase,

You’ll find my feelings wrapped in spices,

And unwashed socks from arrival.

I can’t slow down,

So did Tokyo send the rain?