Down on the Corner

Early in the evenin’ just about supper time,
Over by the courthouse they’re starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp.
Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin’
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,
Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.
Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin’
Bring a nickel; tap your feet. — John Fogerty & Creedence Clearwater Revival

I like to make pictures that are about the sense of something. This picture sort of gives me the feel that John Fogerty wrote about back in 1970. Oddly, Fogerty is a Bay Area guy. From California. But, he sure captured the feel of the South with this song and so many others he wrote way back then. Of course, he mis-spelled Poorboy. Everybody knows that its po’boy.

Me? You know me. I like to photograph at the beginnings and ends of things. On the way to some place else. I took this picture while I was waiting for the Fathers Day second line to start. I had lots of time to wander around since they postponed the start time for about an hour to avoid a passing rain storm.

Yes. I talked to him. I took the picture. Then, I walked over to talk to him. I showed it to him on the camera’s LCD. He responded with, “Man, that’s alright. Can I get one?” Absolutely.