Khaosanroadsunrise

All of a sudden an incandescent blob
has popped up right at the end of the road,
it might be a nuke test, like in Alamogordo,
but only a fat tourist here is called gordo.
A few seconds later we can breathe again,
the overweight guy can return to Spain,
the light is still there but this is not Nagasaki
and the noise we've just heard is of an old Kawasaki.
The glow comes indeed from a nuclear reaction,
the sun being the cause of our misconception
and if you know this road you can guess it right:
what is about to start is a day, not a night.
A barefooted monk is collecting alms,
two pious hot girls bow and join their palms,
to pray or to cover up their bulging breasts
that the lips of the boozers would use as nests.
I watch the scene from my privileged spot,
a stall serving supper and breakfast nonstop:
the Khaosan road sunrise is a show for the few,
I am one of them, yeah, what about you?