Word: juking
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Funky, jive, dawn, high, the Man, hawk, cool, hot, copped-out, cats, caps, kicked, reefer, Johns, juke, ofay, goofed, wing, hip, dig, soul, honkies, splib (spook as in Negro), grass and skag are just a few of the words appearing in black poetry that often have multiple meanings elusive to the white reader. For example, in Etheridge Knight's Poems from Prison, he says...
...waitresses who look as if they only missed their rightful occupation and ended up, instead, arguing the accurate ages of their customers. Drinks are cheap, as in 15c beers, and the sandwiches are disgraceful. One refreshing aspect is that there are never many students there, although a juke box with Al Martino records stands in the corner. When you go, look up at the old colonial white plaster ceiling, the same you'll find above you in Durgin Park, which needs no introduction although its Indian Pudding, a substance which must be eaten for its texture if not taste, merits...
...blocks from Durgin Park (on Haymarket Square) is Mondo's, a sober truck stop with a great juke. Tucked inconspicuously between two blackened buildings, it's relatively simple, except for its one charmingly vulgar extravagance. On the most prominent wall hangs an immense oil painting of a nude with crimson lipstick, enormous entrees, and a torso elongated beyond the elasticity of the human anatomy. The obvious, but affable errors in the painting speak well for Mondo's as a restaurant. It gets away with a great deal because it's a truck stop and people there wear white socks...
...this renaissance by thinking over the experiences of Elliot Cahn, the group's musical director from Chappaqua, N.Y., which borders Mr. Kisco. Elliot was introduced to rock 'n' roll by his older brother and quickly became the prime patron of a local malt shop. He listened intently to the juke box for hours and watched the neighborhood toughs guzzle birch beer and carve their initials on the booths. At night, he would lie in his bed as rock hits echoed through his mind and visions of fan clubs danced in his head. "Someday," Elliot's heart said, "I too will...
...hordes of fans that would patronize the place night after night. By now the patrons had started overturning tables on each other, and the girls were yelling that they were going to become very ill in a very short time. There was much vulgarity, and as the juke box offered "Wedding Bell Blues," the locals were slowly toppling to the floor in a mass of writhing, swearing, drink-crazed youth...