Stories Of The Han

Walks in the night in Suginami Cigarette in hand after the rain Streets empty. Vending machines galore. I looked at you and I was happy You had a presence that was neat We smoked quietly in peace And life never felt more at ease In Suginami Tropic summer nights batting away mosquitoes. Silent bike rides weaving through your streets. Dim lanterns in the shadows. Red wine clanking in our bags. I loved you. Nights In Suginami.