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Mr. Sunnyland Gets His Shoes Shined

Mr. Sunnyland has become a commuter. Moved from New York City to some town in New Jersey so he could take the train every day. It’s all part of growing up. Get married, move to New Jersey, take the train.
Anyway, what he’s got to do in New Jersey is find a bakery he likes, find out where to get his clothes cleaned, find an Italian Delicatessen. Stuff like that.
This day it’s his mission to find a place to get his shoes shined.  I mean, he don’t even know if they shine their shoes in New Jersey.
He ends up at the Port Authority in NYC where there's this  shoeshine stand. So, here's Mr. Sunnyland, your archetypal commuter, sitting there in the third chair in his suit, reading the New York Time and waiting to get his shoes shined.
This old Black guy starts shining his shoes and you hear the slap, slap, slap of the rag. Probably puts the polish on with his fingers, but I don’t know because I wasn’t there.
Slap, slap, slap.
The old guy starts
humming. Pretty soon he moans out,
‘ hear the phone ringing, sounds like a long distance call.
Slap, slap, slap.
‘ hear the phone ringing, sounds like a long distance call.
Mr. Sunnyland used to book Muddy Waters so he finishes the verse for the guy,
Party on the receiver says another mule, another mule, another mule, kickin’ in your stall.
The shoeshine guy looks up at this tall, White commuter in his suit reading the New York Times and his mouth drops open.
“Well, I’ll be.”
They start talking about the Wolf and the Mud and the old guy says that he picks a little.
So, Mr. Sunnyland finds a place to get his shoes shined in New Jersey.