I like the smell of a Chinese cigarette

May 14, 2012
By thecriscodisco BRONZE, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
thecriscodisco BRONZE, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
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I like the smell of a Chinese cigarette.
The way the smoke pricks your nose,
the glow of the embers
breaking into the night,
as I stare through the hatched screen door.

And I like to stroll into the kitchen.
One hundred welcomes,
a slap on the back,
a bruised English accent,
a crooked-eyed chicken,
the hiss of sesame oil
ravishing broccoli.
The colander holding its own,
preparing a meal for a couple.

And I like that couple,
the prudent one,
careful to arrive past seven,
gliding in wearing corduroy, calico, and denim,
a corked bottle of spirits,
their table set,
the miniature wine glasses impatient,
the chopsticks restless,
the man’s grin –
and the woman’s laugh,
bringing life into an old Chinese restaurant.

The author's comments:
I work at a restaurant that is about three decades old and is decorated year-round with tacky Christmas lights. There is a couple who comes in every Saturday night, orders the same meal, and sits in the same booth. Week in and week out. At first I would observe them and then I began to interact with them and discovered that they are two of the most pleasant people I have come across. I figured this sentiment - of the couple and restaurant - needed to be incorporated into a piece of writing.

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