Visitation

After work,
drinking in a matchbox bar in Shimbashi,
waiting for a sign...

The noren twitches.
A hand appears between the flaps.
An eye assesses the interior,

and is gone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Gifford Avatar
March 19, 2025 at 9:27 AM
Hello Alan, this is a beautiful piece. An interesting read.
Ireland Avatar
March 20, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Thank you. I think most, if not all, of the "matchbox bars" in the Shimbashi district of Tokyo disappeared during the redevelopment of the area during the late 1960s and early 1970s. A disappointing loss of color and culture.
Cresswell Avatar
August 14, 2017 at 9:15 AM
That is an interesting detail about the culture. Mysterious Mr. Moto scene.
Wood Avatar
June 13, 2017 at 5:57 PM
Very nice Alan!
Johnson Avatar
May 31, 2017 at 7:01 PM
Very well written.
Wood Avatar
June 13, 2017 at 5:58 PM
And of course, seeing a Gaijin, they move on. Been there.
Ireland Avatar
May 31, 2017 at 9:28 PM
Thanks. This is (or was) a common occurrence in Japan. Prospective patrons peep through a small bar's noren (doorway curtain), check those inside, and make a snap decision on whether to drink there.
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