The woman behind the counter was young, had an ear ring and also a tatoo on the nape of her neck and was a listining to this fellow a solar power contracter jamming on about the zoning fights he had to get his biz on 22 ave, I was jamming with him as well, and this lady at my table puts on her deep purple shades and takes a swig of coffee, me I am stoned and elated from the morning;s counter-recruiting activities at the high school, and also quaffing a beer and coffee, buzzed, and she says to me,
Mercy, what a flamer, I was suddenly awakened, and then she sang a little ditty, I had to copy it down, mmmmf, here it is,"There's two potatoes standing on the corner. How can you tell which one's the prostitute?"
I swear, she says "The one stamped I de ho!"
mercy she was so cute."Today I'm the happiest girl in the land,
I just got divorced from my old man,
I laughed and laughed at the judge's decision,
gave him the kids and they wasn't hisn."
Then the solar power contracter started telling about this funeral home where he was putting in solar power, it was above this guy's kitchen, and he was sitting at a table having breakfast and the floor opened up and up arose a platform from below, the funeral man and a stiff on a gurney, he wheeled it away to the preparation room, the platform descended and the floor closed up.
Mercy,I said, "it was all I could take". I quaffed down the beer, took me coffe and split, but not without warm regards, there is a parrallel culture jamming man, I got the number for my slacker step-son to jam at the open mike or even a gig there, a stage outside with a plug. Surrounded by gallery shops and the Kool Beans Coffee Shop, man.
