The big man stood outside the joint waiting to serve the public, Loosies… loosies…..loosies, he barked at vagabonds with bags over shoulders, bills in hand…..

Today’s special, he bellowed like a barker, two loosies for a buck….two for a buck….niggas you can’t beat that…..

Slaves to menthols paid at the alter, greeted the merchant at Mainchance, and lit-up to start the day….

Loosies….loosies…loosies, he raised a wrinkled black finger to the breaking blue sky….

Now tomorrow loosies go up two for a buck fitty and one for seventy-five cents niggas…..cost of livin’ adjustments…..

No hems, no haws, there are those that are used to getting screwed……

Loosies….loosies …loosies…..get over here and get your loosies….

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