Give a man a free evening in a hotel, a journal and experiences of riding the Japanese commuter network and this is what you get...



There's a monster in this escalator,
It lives behind a metal wall.
It cries out to whomever passes by,
Warning them not to fall

There's a monster in this escalator,
It's a "domo" that lurks there, they say.
An imp to commuter-thrillseekers,
To help guide them on their way.

There's a monster in this escalator,
It's got a circle of airholes to breathe.
But perhaps it's a grumble, because it wants some peace,
Telling the tuberiders to be quiet and leave.

There's a monster in this escalator,
And it's got a friend who lives next door.
He gobbles up staircases all day long,
And tries to trip you up with his jaw.



Sorry, had to share it.  Raym - I think I've done an injustice to the art.