OLD MAN WITH LANTERN.
Sho, you ain’t stopped, is you, boy? Music sound mighty good floatin’down that dark road.
OLD WOMAN.
Yeah, Jim, go on play a little more. Don’t get to acting so niggerish this evening.
DAVE.
Aw, let the ol’ darky alone. Nobody don’t want to hear him play, nohow. I know I don’t.
JIM.
Well, I’m gonna play. (And he begins to pick “Shake That Thing”. TEETS and BOOTSIE begin to dance with LIGE MOSELY and FRANK WARRICK. As the tune gets good, DAVE cannot resist the music either.)
DAVE.
Old nigger’s eveil but he sho can play. (He begins to do a few steps by himself, then twirls around in front of DAISY and approaches her. DAISY, overcome by the music, begins to step rhythmically toward DAVE and together they dance unobserved by JIM, absorbed in picking his guitar.)
DAISY.
Look here, baby, at this new step I learned up North.
DAVE.
You can show me anything, sugar lump.
DAISY.
Hold me tight now. (But just as they begin the new movement JIM notices DAISY and DAVE. He stops playing again and lays his guitar down.)
VOICES IN THE CROWD.
(Disgustedly) Aw, come on, Jim…. You must be jealous….
JIM.
No, I ain’t jealous. I jus’ get tired of seein’that ol’ nigger clownin’all the time.