I Got A Gypsay Woman, Givin’ Me Agvice

Like holding a bus station microphone up to a Hiroshima bomb. It’s a Rocket 88 running from the law of averages with the lights off. A hive of angry bees sliced thin with a meat-packer’s blade. Mount Vesuvius with the knob set to simmer. A club of off-duty arsonists lighting a Lucky Strike with a flare. A Big House rent party supreme. A Buddha made from a bucket of mud, a gallon of process, and a half-ton of lightning.

Muddy Waters!