dorje
09-19-2006, 02:46 PM
“To all the hipsters, hustlers and fly cats tipping along the Stroll. [Keep scuffling]
To all the cons in all the houses of many slammers, wrastling with chinches. [Short time, boys.]
To all the junkies and lushheads in two-bit scratchpads, and the flophouse grads in morgue iceboxes. >[R.I.P.] To the sweettalkers, the gumbeaters, the highjivers, out of the gallion for good and never going to take it low again. [You got to make it, daddy.]
Excerpted from Really the Blues by Mezz Mezzrow, opium head and tea magician,RIP.
To all the cons in all the houses of many slammers, wrastling with chinches. [Short time, boys.]
To all the junkies and lushheads in two-bit scratchpads, and the flophouse grads in morgue iceboxes. >[R.I.P.] To the sweettalkers, the gumbeaters, the highjivers, out of the gallion for good and never going to take it low again. [You got to make it, daddy.]
Excerpted from Really the Blues by Mezz Mezzrow, opium head and tea magician,RIP.