As the hours creep toward the bewitching chime
That marks the beginning of the Getaway
The skies above Idaho darken with the burden
Of carrying Rapparee east.
He flies, he lugs, he limps and moans
Complains the coffee is too thin
And demands extra allowances from all.
And they are freely granted, for
No-one wants to impede
The Majestic Advancer
As the force of Rapparreee
Descends upon the sleepy hinterlands of
Far Chesapeake.


Merriwether Goldfeinmiitbaum
Ghetto Rhythms from the West
Queens, 1967