This afternoon, on my L train journey to Brooklyn, I sat next to a middle-aged man who sang continuously to an empty ladies' shoe box for my entire journey between 8th and Bedford Avenues (c. 15 minutes?). He was not asking for money. He appeared to just be singing to himself.
I sometimes wonder if life would be more interesting had we lived it like it were a musical-- with people spontaneously breaking into song and dance. Well, this man on the subway has given me a glimpse of what that'd be like-- and I like it. My memorial day weekend is made rather memorable, because of him.
I'm afraid I can't recall his words verbatim, but here are most of it and hopefully you'll get the drift.
I hope he, too, has a happy memorial day.
Oh young girl,
You walked into the shoe store
where I was a salesman on the floor
You wanted white shoes, forever white shoes in a size 6
Oh young girl,
with small feet.
I found you shoes, forever white shoes, and put them on your feet.
I am a man who sell shoes.
Oh young girl,
You had fifteen dollars in your pocket book
So I sold you the shoes for fifteen bucks—
those forever white dancing shoes, ma’am
without tax. I paid your tax, even though I am just a salesman.
Oh young girl,
You gave me a kiss on my face
And your teeth were pearly white
like the dress you have on for the night.
A night of dancing
in those forever white shoes.
Oh young girl,
I hope you will stay young
Forever young and white like the dress for the night.
They call me Buddha delight
The Buddha is a fat Chinese man with a bald head
and a big belly and is always jolly.
They call me Buddha delight
but I would have to shave my head.
Happy Memorial holiday
All the single men out there
should be aware
there will be lots of single women at the bars
in the town, to play
during the Memorial holiday.
But all you single men out there
should behave
because there will be bouncers at the bar.
You don’t want to end up getting bounced around, up and down,
like a rubber ball.
And the women would want to eat vegan cookies and
drink wheat grass.
There’ll be granola cookies, and chocolate chip cookies, and gluten-free cookies
but they will be small, tiny little cookies
because the women like to watch their waists.
More so than the men.