Shinjuku

Its energy hits like a delightful slap,

Bold as Brass, it reels me in

Quintessential Tokyo,

I have longed to stand right here.

There is no escape from the light, sound, colour…

Nor do I want to.

Ensnaring in its motive,

Brutal, honest

No deception.

Eyes wide open, I sense, I feel,

I turn a corner, but I step back in time,

Juxtaposed among the technological salute

Lies an ancient secret, not well kept

Leaving me enchanted.

These tiny alleyways hide another world

Sake for the Salarymen,

Yakitori for the Youth.

Dedicated chefs in intimate corners

With banter so polite

Atmospheric Gold

Charming me completely.