Monday, January 30, 2017

9130. AD MAN

So Mammy's sewing the holes in my socks,
darning the things that need plugging. I'm
on the porch with new blues harp, and
my harmonica plays until dark. Mugging
for the cameras is easy. They want to take
my pictures for the TV show : you know
how that goes  -  the old, lone guy on
his rickety porch just shouting his
blues away. The narrator people
will have this whole script, and I'll
have to go along  -  looking sad, 
looking blue, selling soap, for
me and you.

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