A little flock of pinks from the Ditch floated into the bar. Seamen from Senegal. Soliders from Madagascar. Pimps from Martinique. Pimps from everywhere. Pimps from Africa. Seamen fed up with the sea. Young men weary of the work of ths docks, scornful of the meager reward—doing that now. Black youth close to the bush and the roots of jungle trees, trying to live the precarious life of the poisonous orchids of civilization.
Shake That Thing !...
Claude McKay, Banjo.