homesick in tokyo

I don't know which day it is anymore - been about a week in Japan. I got the homesick blues, i want that honky tonk, i want that one-woman man feeling... if you're ready, if you're willing... hey hey mama cant your daddy come home? Rainy day weather sorrow at the heart. So many customs, so many things to do, so many rights and wrongs. Where's that sky lazy blue, that running rabbit cloud that ain't running nowhere? Sensory overload in Tokyo. I need to unload. Ain't nobody's baby no more, ain't nobody's daddy either. I'd like to live on a diet of wide smiles and good intentions. 

Thin air and angry fish. Angry at people for always walking instead of swimming, always arguing instead of just eating each other. Always wearing suits and paying for everything. Being polite because they have to, being expected somewhere on time. Im horrible at laughing at the wrong moment - get a thrill out of a missed kiss.

Mama pajama wheres my Joana, why haven't i kissed her back there on that parking lot roof? Orange black on texan blue, smoke of magic trapped underneath her eyelids shut and staring right at me. ...Oh I'm a coming home, to make some love, coming home, sweet turtle dove, I'm coming home, tonight...

Maybe i could handle this land of the rising sun, maybe even ascend the great mount Fuji, but not without you, love. Not all by myself. Slow and gentle, free and steady. Saw a trace of you in kitty. We went to a park and i stole glances of you through her in the open green, under leaning tree and next to a pink, dying flower. You read a war novel and rained the clouds.

Was Tomomi beautiful? Was Kozue beautiful? Was Jasmine beautiful? Was Neco beautiful? Yes. And now i got the lonesome blues because a man needs him a Modern Day Virgin. I find a river and he eats a snow flake and she's nowhere about and I forgot where to look and he's got an old broken cigar he keeps chewing and I just want some hot-canned-bean-chili next to you babe, transfixed at the fire of your neck like a hooked mosquito waiting for blood. 

Was Shakhnozochka beautiful? Was Nastyusha beautiful? Was Tara beautiful? Yes. And now I'm lost on that lost highway. Wanna come home.  Want you and me in a jelly dream belly of our lil baby crying over us. I really want to come home.