I was at the coolest party

I was at the coolest party
in a mountain
in Japan
legs warmed by open fires
ramen bowl in hand
where a Tokyo rock band
covered a Brazilian jam
on a bamboo stage
grown from the same land
by a creative woman
and a fashionable man
yet I still felt discontentment
for I was not really there
but inside my own head
listening to a whole other
playing instead.


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