The tricks ain't walking and the Johns are squawking

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On Monday nights all the District underworld whores and pimps would come out to the park.Bolden would be invited over to their tables and he'd leave the bandstand to go and ball it up with the pretty downtown Creole whores.Bunkie would then take over when Bolden was gone.Yes,L'il Bunkie would blow and blow,just like the King.That's when he'd play his favorite tune which made the crowd scream and holler for him to play it over.He'd tell Lorenzo when to announce the tune,and Lorenzo would stand up, the drummer would roll the snare and everyone would quiet down and listen to Lorenzo as he hollered "Now,ladies and gentlemens and rats and cats and all the other wild animals gathered here on this great occasion! The great little Bunkie Johnson will now render his classical sonata The Whore's Gone Crazy 

Everyone would get hysterical and raise up some hell:clapping,whistling and screaming.Lorenzo would motion them to calm down and the Bunkie would start blowing that tune.It was a real lowdown,funky blues,very slow, and everyone danced.This lasted for about twenty minutes.Yes,they just shook and rubbed bellies,not moving four feet apiece while Bunkie played the whole tune.That was something to see,that big crowd,their shoulders and heads barely moving but the lower portions of their bodies shaking and wriggling like a barrel of rattle snakes.

"If the truth were known about the origin of jazz,it would never be mentioned in polite society."-Clay Smith