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On my way to the International airport in Narita
My 1983 Nissan March overheated
Out of luck four hours past dusk
I walked out of the snow into a strange Japanese club
Winter of 1999
I ordered a rice wine
Warm but confused as I took in my surroundings, I made note of the time
Men and women dress in fancy clothes stared ahead toward a dark stage
I heard familiar pop/rock music being played
From the curtain emerged a dancer under a blue light
An old/former Sumo wrestler (in Sumo gear) in indulgent delight
An interpretative dance to lyrics about guilty feet and rhythm
In exchange for his art, applause is what we give him
The announcer notes that this performance is worth more than the admission price
And says, ‘ladies and gentlemen give it up for Pork Fried Rice!’
