Licking the Chops [1930 slang]
Just copped a fraughty issue earlier in the bright
Need to feel murder
So I air out to jam with the jacks
This early black I jump in port
Passing several yard dogs
And a couple of pounders
Before arriving to the joint
Once I get to this frolic pad
Rock Hill Night Club
The cats are frisking the whiskers
I'm the hep cat of the group on the doghouse
Last black I have put new strings on it
I have brought my oomph girl along
She's a fine dinner
We had hoover flags a set on seven brights ago
So we had hoover blankets to keep warm every black
Could not collar enough dough
With the skiffle we hosted for the rent
So was evicted
Yet I've been able to save enough lettuce
To get back my zoot suit out of the hock shop
Am togged to the bricks
I have a nickle note in my mouse
Been ages I've had one of them
Usually have less than a simoleon
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poem by R.K. Cowles
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