it's late.
but I need some Chinese food
and a mai tai.
I need a greasy spring roll
dipped in wasabi mustard.
I need to sit at the bar
and eat with a fork, not
chopsticks.
they'll have the tv on.
the girl at the front will
nod when I come in.
the guy who pours the water
incessantly
will come over and shake
my hand, tell me it's good
to see you once again.
the usual, i'll say.
and off he goes with the order
into the hectic kitchen.
we've done this before.
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