tokyo train
on a train
in cramped and swaying space
grey suited brief case smells
stuffy conforming silence
Speed shifts the strap i grip
feet rock in time to its rhythm
a dark blur of mean-shaped high-rise
corridor the tracks
blank faces caught
in alien worlds of electronics
outside flashing neon shout at numbness
we the night commuters
a brace of anonymity
breathe each others air
and pretend we’re not there
only my eyes out the window
beam as i glimpse the moon smiling on me
as she does on you in a distant land