#087 Clap Yo’ Hands (Funny Face, 1957)
They wore matching dark cheaters, black berets, black pants, and long sleeve shirts, black, in the Summer time. After dark. I stifled a chuckle as they approached the bar and ordered two mint juleps brought to their table.
She carried their drinks while he led the way towards an empty table. Posers from a long forgotten era.
“Shall we stay a while, Herb?” she asked, swaying her hips to the music.
“I dig the vibe, Cyn. I ain’t never felt more alive.” Cyn started to sit but Herb pulled the chair out too far and she fell.
Two wasted juleps.
Clap yo hands
Slap yo thighs
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Everybody come along
And join the
Jubilee!
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