In the kitchen Jimi Hedrix
is stir-frying chords
on the radio.
Out front it's Chinese
love songs piped in
through the stereo.
Jenny's busy in the back,
so I hook up my MP3.
She catches me.
Chinese retaurant supposed
to have Chinese music,
she says. Need atmosphere
for the customers.
Right now, there are no customers,
I say. Besides,
a little Leonard goes good
with Moo Goo Gai Pan.