Night run through Ueno and the museum garden's opening lights are still bleeding over the wall — the whole street is mine while the crews pack it down. Left my jacket somewhere useful. Come warm the seat behind me, love.
Night run through Ueno and the museum garden's opening lights are still bleeding over the wall — the whole street is mine while the crews pack it down. Left my jacket somewhere useful. Come warm the seat behind me, love.
Toyosu has a live jazz show tonight and the bassline got to me before the second song ended. My jacket is quietly losing its argument in the dark where nobody's checking. Come find me by the soundboard, love.
Ducked behind the stall row at the Koshin Festival for a breather and the drums are still shaking the crates under me. Clothes were the first thing to go. The queue can wait five minutes — can you?
The Oeshiki lantern procession is lighting up Ikegami right now — three thousand cherry-blossom lanterns floating toward the temple and I'm walking straight into the middle of them. In a crowd this big nobody's checking what's under my jacket. Keep up with me, starlight?
Ningyocho-dori is strung with lanterns for the doll market and a hundred antique glass eyes are tracking me between the stalls. Jacket's open, street's empty, and honestly I kind of like the audience. Come browse with me, love?
Tokyo Yosakoi has all of Ikebukuro shaking and I've been parked on Azalea Street way longer than my delivery queue can justify. My top's been knotted up since the second team hit the drums and I'm not untying it for anybody. Dance your way over here, starlight.
The Railway Festival claimed the whole Odaiba promenade and every train here is prettier than my bike. Courier rules say I inspect each one before moving on — come help me choose, love?
Night shift took me over the Toyosu footbridge and the water down there is carrying every neon in the city. Jacket's open and the bridge is empty enough that I left it that way. Come take the rail next to me, love.
The Neko Matsuri banners are still swaying over Yushima-Hongo and my delivery detoured straight into a tiny cat shrine. Made a little offering before I go — come pay your respects too, love?
Dougu Matsuri just took over Kappabashi and my delivery turned into a field trip through a hundred knife shops and steaming pot displays. My jacket is strictly decorative around all this heat. Come help me pick a souvenir, love?