Homeless Asakusa

Homeless Asakusa

Milling bodies quiet sounds

Jinrikisha clatter cold breeze

Bicycle tires whirring over pavement

And I stand on the street alone

The bars are open

People shouting to friends

A family walks by wrapped tight in conversation

And I stand on the street alone

Smells of happiness drift by

Intermixed in the smell of money

Betwixt the lonesome shops I go

And I stand on the street alone

To the deserted lane I tread

The metal walls surrounding

An umbrella for my hoary head

And I stand on the street alone

One hundred yen for onigiri

A coat to wear till May

The cardboard keeps the fears at bay

And I sleep on the street alone.

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