After Bathing at Baxter’s

by grimbeau

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Dusk’s here (round half four),

falling to a soundtrack:

Jumpin’ Jive,

Cab Calloway.

1943

 

Cab?

Must be short for something.

All I can think of just now is

Cabellero

though I have no faith in it.

 

Surely, no-one would be called Cabin,

or Cable.

Not for a first name anyway.

Well, I’ll go to the foot of our stars!

It is Cable.

Spelt Cabell.

Something to do with cowbells?

Perhaps.