On the wall...

Miss Adderley
sat on the harbor wall
eatin' her chicken souse
and ju ju with hot source
she throw over the bones
for the fish to eat
but the birds
gon and catch it
She say:
"Babbi ten feet under now
only thirty eight
mindin' the ferry boats
all he life
drinkin' rum
from morning 'till late
and look a Tiffy
hangin' there
heavy in all
that Batik silk
watchin' Philippa
scratch her book
suckin' soda
like mudda's milk
and where all these children mudda is
singin' song for jus' a dollar
If I had ma way
I'd cut them quick
to make them run and holler
These tourist jus' een buyin' today
tings far too slow
ya earn little somethin'
to put in your car
jus' to make it go
I tired now
gonna work some more
for another hour or two
the good lord gon' provide ya
for your needs
for sure
but that's all he gonna do"...