Wang's Kitchen

Lunch: Lost Appetite

Their words like,
The vintage chords and the jazz standards on the top,
the shopworn displays and the nameless crowds on the bass.
this polyphony tires me.
merely sounds, derivative of something, which were borrowed
from everything which was taken from everything else- a trite cacophony.

one word to describe it all.
but alas,
a foreign word that cannot be used for sure.
just as a stranger can merely look and sigh
uncomprehending from within;
but understanding from the outside