It was "... inspired by [her uncle the well known actor] Kim Chan's life as a young man in New York City."
We're thinking here a Cooky Cat Central that it fits perfectly into the "Beat Poet Open Mike Slam" genre.
A Poem by Judith Mary Gee
Hair slicked down extra, the maître d’
bribed and swore to secrecy
busboys and waiters,
leaving to their discretion
the House of Exquisite Taste
while he slithered away
to the Center of the Universe
so he could worship Duke Ellington.
After the show came the showdown.
An umbrella smacked his back;
spokes splintered and fabric tattered.
Then said umbrella thudded to the floor, a carcass
transmogrifying: Peking duck for those
who wouldn’t know the difference
between opium and monosodium glutamate.
But so what? Sure as anything, he’d visited Heaven,
grooving to such as that “Creole Love Call”
like anybody else who could buck and wing.