"Groovy!!", said Josephine.

' A backstreet tale ' (from 1940's New Orleans)

Her head was layin' real low
Listenin' to 'ol shiny blow
With colored people dancin', clappin'
Hey, 'ol Grady's got it happenin'
"So cool", scratched Josephine!
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The back streets bounce, they'd be thumpin'
Waitin' on heathens humpin'
Flyin' in the face of the feathered man
"Hey give me back my Cadillac!"
Grumbled,...Josephine!
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"Now why a woman spend all night waitin'
Ain't like they be out back debatin'!'
Muttered the 'ol colored man at the bar
"I know she out there sellin' that tar!"
Thought,..Josephine!
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Brother Billy by the stage door
Pursed his lips for his first born
His shining, glowin', music horn
"Let's jam , little sister girl!"
"Groovy!"..whispered Josephine!
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She lifted her oily, sweatin', head
Just in time to see the 'ol man dead
Deez dangerous times in da music scene
'Specially in the back streets of New Orleans
"Groovy!".. grimaced Josephine!
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Her head fell back onto the bar
She tasted the numb of that China tar
Well the hell with cops with whiskey breath
'Cuz God is dead and life's a test
But not me....... thought Josephine!
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She'd dreamed a dream, that same 'ol dream
Ever since hustlin' at age thirteen
She woke broken and cuffed, hospital room
Visioned the 'ol man's horn blowin' a tune
Could hear the new born blues
From last night's heavy scene
"Groovy!"........ screamed Josephine!
Tony Taylor
*a work in progress