After my haircut
I bought Japanese whisky
to share with a friend.
No friend, no whisky—
that’s my rule. On the way home
Fall mist soaked me through.
The whisky warmed me,
the haircut raised my hope in
eternal friendship.
After my haircut
I bought Japanese whisky
to share with a friend.
No friend, no whisky—
that’s my rule. On the way home
Fall mist soaked me through.
The whisky warmed me,
the haircut raised my hope in
eternal friendship.