Travel Diary Lost and Found: a poem

I found this little number in an old notebook. 


It was written in 2007, when I had been in Korea for about three weeks and, clearly, was reading a lot of Leonard Cohen's work.




The rice wine is really tile cleaner,
the vegetable market is full of butchers,
and outside my very window, highrises just appear
like porn site pop-ups on the skyline.


But because it's Saturday,
and the bar isn't closing til we leave,
well chingu, I'd love a drink.


You see, I'm new here too.