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Sorry, but for some reason it keeps going to double space and messing up my cadence. 

One Time in the New Lin

In our usual booth

Talking   to the waitress

                   eating  potstickers

Two men who were begging on

 walked into   to      the restaurant

     onJackson street

The bigger one with the red beard ordered

  And said, wearing suspenders,

“You cook good corned beef for a china

      nees restaurante”

A funeral prossession goes by outside again

“I’ll have corned beef and a

   glass of milk”-and goes to smoke

   outside

the limosine passes by

I put sugar in my tea

The bath room is downstairs

   And dark, old, and wet

Reminds me        of old
Chinatown

    stories,         and books,  and  OpiUm

Old Chineese men

Whose wives  have pro bably died

   eat dishes of weird food

and hardly look up

their jackets hang on the wall

I get claustrophobic

      and go outside

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