Dancin’ the Boogie
Been hoofing saw wood down at the docks and picking loose change from a cigarette box.
My father estranged , no long gone, who I taught to admire, once told me a short story about how Bill Robinson taught him to dance up the stairs of the Capital Theater, where my father was the head usher in his teen years. Bill Robinson, Mr. Bojangles is forever in my mind.
Dancin’ the Boogie He shin in’ his shoes ‘til he see his face. Just to look …
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