Memphis Confidential 1999

The Original Troupe

On the late bright, after you have put down your easy slave, you drape yourself in shape, and tamp on the cuts where the cats are putting down much trash, and everything is much solid.  Your fly chick is looking most frantic, your short is all gassed up and ready to roll because all the kitties know that rubber tires beats rubber heels.  Some are tamping the stroll, pinning the fly chicks and the ickies as they fall from their gone castles on all cuts and stems.  Some moving in like the thundering herd, loud and rightious.  You ease on to the joint and fall in.  Your pockets are loaded with scratch, and if push comes right down to shove, you got everything covered.  Some cool and hep to themselves move right up front where the situation grows fine as wine in the summertime, and everyone is threaded down, both ends and in the middle.  Now the joint is made for smiles.  And every trip of the train, some knocked out cats are upping some crazy licks and dropping it on the bob kick.  If you can't rock, you gotta reel.  These cats play on the kind of kick you can feel.  So if you want to get sent one time, let somebody wake you.