Monday, March 29, 2010

Muse Monday 17- Voyeur






















If you have ever worked in a professional kitchen environment, then you can relate to this rap piece I perform

Health Food Café
‘Kitchen Rant’

Morning drains, smell like sewage and shit
Scented candles, burn… surreal relief
pantry shelves filled with clutterenters the store police
she moves through door... the store... my mind
Preemptive remarks sounding like mutter.

(sing with rhythm )
   move the pans to the top
   from underneath the pots
   bare cabinets now leave
   wasted space to heave
   sweep up with the mop
   sling food around the juicer

Its m u s i c and n o i s e
Carrot, beet, celery, and apple hip hop

Front door opens, smiling faces
at any cost all ready to share
some check out today’s menubuying food products to repair

(sing with rhythm)
   maple salmon, BBQ beef, fake meats
   Caribbean grits, 3 kinds of soup
   salads of all kinds….
   carrot apple raisin, apple slaw
   crunchy raw brownies to finish it all

Lets regroup… purely all healthy cuisine

Here nor there… so what’s a little disorder
As long as we roll and bounce
Through the days short mortars
Sweeping around the change
Our work feeds the soul
Merits of this and that
With little technique, just more cooperative ingredients
But Monmouth of grief if not obedient
Covering and disguising what’s really going on…

(sing with rhythm)
   high rent and bad location, location, location
   too many chairs and not enough tables
   damn to no oven and no menu fabrications

What’s good is the food, company present, and regular creations
Counter space seating, and talk of the nation
To the end of the day, dishes piled high
Food splattered aprons, needy floors and counters

All good, because 'I' just let sleeping dogs lie.

- E, 2008 ©

5 comments:

Toon said...

My first job was washing dishes in a restaurant, and if I were to write a song about that it would be one long scream. Followed by gagging. And ending with a gunshot.

Katherine said...

My husband was a chef for many years..working his way from dishand (or as you used to call it - dishpig) to Head Chef. I think he will relate to this rap! I think he could probably also relate to you too Toon!
That was fun!

Chef E said...

I wrote this in my head one day, because we enjoyed opening up the health food store and my cafe without the owner of the HFS ever showing up, she was the shotgun to my head at times with her trying to keep it all neat and squeaky clean- for sake it was a cafe, things get messy! Oh maybe I have some issues unresolved, lol! Not to mention she failed to tell me she could not pay rent, and I came to find our locks changed...oh well the end of something wonderful to something fabulous, my life as a poet, lol

Rebecca said...

Well done...the rhythm really works and makes it fun.

Just telling it like it is said...

I no likey dishes