Ripple John

by B.J. Burgins

Suit coat dangling loosely on a pair of bony shoulders, alligator shoes shiny & old stain draped slacks pressed and worn boldly- only seated where comfortable, and whenever asked 'why you don't go see this one' or 'why you don't go over such & such,' calmly he'd state, "They don't dance my type of dance or drink my kind of drink," lifting his cognac drenched glass with a smirk and wink. Dreary days and nights found John inebriated for reasons unknown, yet friendly and charismatic poised with no hint of excitement or unusual panic- storefront sitter wise cracker comical story spitter dusk or dawn, Ripple John.

Ripple John by B.J. Burgins

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