canadian champloo
jazz cats
sleep until dusk
and then
the bar seats eight or so
but no more than six
ever come
shinya practices on the drums
tkt tkt tkt tkt
tkt tkt tkt tkt TKT TSS!
shimizu plucks a single note
and looks out the window
with meaning
kamura-san cleans the keys
with a brilliant
mrowrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
he exchanges a knowing glance
with the drums
and they're off
the chain smoking tokyo man
nods his head
in perfect time
a deliveryperson comes
when they start
on my foolish heart
by the door
the dumbfounded gaijin
grins
and nods
and nods
and nods and smiles
in the break
he invites takako to sit
they talk
she goes up to sing
her voice a temple
dark and calm
all is good
she tells him
all is forgiven
three sets later
half past midnight
it's time to go
but no one goes quite yet
they drink a little more
they talk a little more
later he walks no
he swings back
to the hotel