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Bangkok nights

Who would have thought

one day I would be calling Bangkok

my home just for a short while

just for a week

I would walk down her streets

taking in the smells

coulours, people

I remember wandering

around the dark

of my hometown

closing my eyes recognising

the scent of Bangkok by night

as the garbarge truck drove by

breathing in the air

thick with smog and dirt

piling up people in building blocks

traffic jams fill up all roads

I rent a cheap room

in the shabby part of town

as shiny faces cover

Khao San Road like

fast moving ants

not knowing

where to go

I leave the night behind

become a rat in the race

of railway markets and blues bars

the whisky flows

we dance until doors close

in this sin city

you can be whoever

you want to be

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