Chinatown Blues
Teatime in Chinatown
Where the old men play Mahjong
While reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodles
Whose Tao is a Macau séance
For spirits of ancestors
Like the memory of an opium den
In a dream for a wizened apothecary
Bearded in ashen white
Who sells the dust of dragon bones
As a cure for the immigrant blues
Where Mandarin women chirp
Like songbirds in a bamboo forest
Lost in the mists of Sichuan
But having crossed the Pacific ring of fire
With volcanic ash of tears
For lost panda groves
And haloed by the neon glow
Of Dim Sum restaurants
Whose ancient tea house roots
Are Cantonese ghosts
Haunting the Stockton Street night
Rated for Everyone
Chinatown Blues
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This made me think of those mystery/thriller Mr. Wong movies from the 1930’s-1940’s starring Boris Karloff or Bela Lugosi. Amazing detail and atmosphere. Great!
Love that comparison, my friend. I have heard of but not yet seen the Mr. Wong movies. Most grateful for your review. Love that the atmosphere came through for you. I thank you from my heart.
John
Beautifully penned, John. Fantastic wordplay and incredible imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you so much Damian. Very glad you enjoyed my wordplay and imagery. Appreciate you very much.
John