In Kyoto
eating soba with a fat asian guy,
one american talks to me.
he is with a japanese woman who looks older than me.
she says she will take me to a club in Kyoto.
it's on the 5th floor
lots of stairs...
she is actually a DJ.
and the club is more like a concert hall
that i used to have piano concerts in...
she says i will get hungry
so i must buy some food...
there is Safeway in the club
i look for a fruit cup.
strawberries are so red
red like red ink...