YOU DON'T NEED
THIS DOMINO
(1924)
Sugarman keeps the cattails swinging :
my East River blues are just starting. It
was F. Scott Fitzgerald I saw at last,
just beaming his rifleman face across
that lonesome bridge, with a few Negroes
nearby in an open car - bug-eyed, happy,
and wide-awake. It all meant nothing, but
that the moment departed. East River blues.
East River blues. The red car is riding the
East River blues.
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