Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mr BO JANGLES."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mr Bo Jangles."


(dedicato: All the good folks who gave me a hitch-hiking ride THREE TIMES across the awesome expanse of the United States of America.)


Mr Bo Jangles...


...I met him 1955, on  an October eve; we jangled all the potpourri, then called it Duck Soup? It was quite incidental, witnesses, no-one was required? Couple'a gals were hangin' out (Blond, Ruby and Pigtails)  whilst we chain-smoked and kissed  the frickin' sky?
Mr Bo Jangles? Mr Bo Jangles: Danced.

Gott'a job in old New York. Stephen Sondeim  was dead. Found a crib in St. Marks place by Washington Square? An every high noon some kid would appear, mandolin, violin or guitar, or just some happy-dancing feet?
-Mr Bo Jangles. Yo Mr Bo Jangles: Danced.

Now sucking roots and chewing cud, in a faraway land, back to 1955, what I understood? And so every October eve, every Belle I see on the street? Better yell at all dem young bucks - git it ON - bust'a  move with dem feet!?
 YO! Mr Bo Jangles! Mr Bo Jangles!
 YO! Mr Bo Jangles...and say "Hi!" to everyone U meet...:)



c2016/davedelacroix/Marina di Modica, Sicily (still dancing)