Dog Soup [1930 Slang] Poem by R.K. Cowles

I plan to bring my luch to the park near Sugar Hill
On the opposite side of Land O' Darkness is Diddy-Wah-Diddy
Where I once had gut foot which wasn't blip
Before I closed my window I hear prattle
From a hincty cut rate
Saying 'You shred it, wheat'
To this biggity no goodnik
Don't know what they're agreeing on
But I'd imagine it's booshwash
In the other pad next to mine
I could here this lunger's nickelette
With a canary singing 'Solitude'
I create my lunch and then cut out
In the hallway on the second floor
I pass this kitchen mechanic
Whistling the tune 'Caravan'
Once i get to the stairs to go down them
This wheel horse with panache from the inn
Has on his unique zoot suit with the reet pleat
He's transcending the new vines to demote the knickers
From the decade before that was hard
I can't stop on the way to the market
Because I'm melted out
Before I step out of the building onto the street
The man in gray
Was filling my post chest with junk
Once I pass him and get to the sidewalk
This V-8 who seems whipped-up approaches
By her behavior I percieve with my estimation
She only had a chime or two of nod last black
Her cheeks were rubicund complexion
I pass her,
Then a panty waisted jug man
Who use to mull buzz
Was confublating with this mug man
Who use to heel joints
As they pass around a bottle of plank
Possibly discussing their next lay
Across the street was a snatcher
Observing these two goons
I continue on down the street
Only to find a couple of rod men carrying violin cases
Possibly inhabited by tommy guns
I wonder how much C-notes they get
For plugging people with those violins
The only part I can really hear from their interlocution
Was 'You and me both'
They look pretty rugged
For it wouln't take long
For them to whip it to the red
When they boffed someone's noggin
I scram and not make pie conact
And continue to ramble on
I notice one of them speak with a dribble
Once I pass I hear this sweet mama
Who aint coming on that tab
Telling this hop head who keeps calling her doll face
'Drop dead'
While he's attempting to lay his racket on her
I then pass the station
For the first thing smoking
With a blabber mouth and a stinker
K-balling with this cinder dick
I continue on and get closer of arriving at the park
I can hear a chirp singing
'On the Sunnyside of the Street'
When I finally get to the park
I spot two debs with this bird dog
Who's slug burgers are curve
Across from me while I set up my lunch
Two barbs stanch the bear
They each lost gravy on boon doggles
Then i spot a chump
Putting his bread on a match game
That his likker told him
I know that game is a put on
Then I spot a P.I. in a lead sheet
Knocking some skin
To a G-man in an orchestra
Checking the park for hokus maybe
Or putting the bite on someone
I know they aint searching for someone
Spitting on the sidewalk
They're out to collar the big fish
I go cop me some dog soup from a city geyser
Then I sit down to grease my lunch
Then a couple of hoover carts pass by
And off in the distance I hear hoo ha
Which reminds me tonight is the rag
That a pal has created for a rent party
A few hot mamas I know will be present
The regular gang will be there
His romps are always cold in solid
When my lunch is history
I sit a while listening to the birds
Before taking a powder from the park
I do a few cart wheels
Which promts a couple of ickies
To think I'm slap happy
Then head home to another adventure
On my way back from the streets