Good Black
Who is dat?

Girl
                             (Turns and glares at him)
My old man got something for dat cough yo’ got.

Cliff
Dat’s right, tell dese old mullet hear married men to mind they own
business.  Now, take me for instance.  I’m a much-right man. 
                             (Gets up and approaches her
                             flirtatiously)
I didn’t quite git yo’ name straight.  Yo’ better tell it to me again.

Girl
My name is Bee Ethel, turned round to Jones.

Cliff
                             (Flirtatiously)
Yo’ pretty lil ole ground angel yo’?  Where did yo’ come from?

Bee Ethel
Detroit.  Yo’ like me?

Cliff
Do I lak yo’?  I love yo’ just lak God loves Gabriel, and dat’s his best
angel.  Go ‘head and say somethin’.  I jus’ love to hear yo’ talk.

Bee Ethel
Gimme five dollars.  I need some stockings.

Cliff
Now Mama, dis ain’t Gimme, Ga.  Dis is Waycross.  I’m just lak de
cemetery.  I takes in but never no put out.  I ain’t puttin’ out nothin’
but old folks eyes—­and I don’t do that till they’s dead.  Run
long, mama. 
                             (The girl exits and he resumes his
                             seat)

Cliff
Come on, Good Black, lemme wrap dis checker roun yo’ neck.

Good Black
Gimme time, gimme time!  Don’t try to rush me. 
                             (He begins same business of figuring
                             out moves and scratching his head)

(Enter two or three girls and fellows. 
The girls are dressed in cool summer
dresses, but nothing elaborate)

Lonnie
I know I’m gointer play something now. 
                             (He tunes and plays “Cold Rainy Day”. 
                             He begins to sing and the others join
                             in.  Not all.  But all start to dancing. 
                             They couple off as far as possible and
                             Lindy.  The men unmated do hot solo
                             steps.  The men cry out in ecstacy)

1.  Shimmy!  If you can’t shimmy, shake your head.

2.  Look, baby, look!  Throw it in de alley

3.  Look, if you can’t look, stick out, and if you can’t stick
out, git out. 
                             (At the end of the son and dance, one
                             of the girls exclaim)

Girl
Aw, we got to go.  Mama’s looking for us. 
                             (The three girls exit, walking
                             happily.  The men watch them go)

Cliff
Oh boy, look at ’em!  Switching it and looking back at it. 
                             (He imitates the girl’s walk)

Good Black
Yeah Lawd, ain’t they specifyin’!  They handles a lot of traffic.