First night, third time but not for a long time

Find a bar called Beer-saurus. The music is too sexy for itself, too sexy for me too. I drink an American beer in Tokyo. I'll drink Japanese beer in New York. International language of booze.

Tangible desperation hangs. You can smell it on the men on the train, on the street. Heavy whisky vapour. I'll have to crash soon, I'm so tired. Men in black at pedestrian crossings in Ikebukero. Maybe they are Yakuza? There are prostitutes on most corners. They are all big girls by Japanese standards. Busying themselves with mobile love before paid penetration.

Which will come.
I have to leave.
The bar is closing.
I'm going to go sleep.
I am a tourist.
I have no deep desire.
Not here.