233 or Tokyo

Tokyo, love, it’s Tokyo.
It’s white sheets and black umbrellas,
love.
It’s baseball after a train ride, love.
It’s a cafe, love, where the same coffee is ordered.
Cigarettes on a night stand, love, it’s
late nights and nothing to talk about.
It’s the humidity that makes me so crazy, love.
It’s teaching English in Tokyo with a southern
accent.
It’s why we came here, love.
It’s seeing you on tv and being between two worlds,
love.
It’s your favorite restaurant with a menu
you can’t understand.
You came with me but I’m still after you.