The Banana King (standard:other, 1166 words)
Author: mr shaw	Added: Mar 06 2002	Views/Reads: 3399/2115	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
the ramblings of a man from a Beat(en) generation

The Banana King By Julian Shaw 

“Until you realize the importance of the Banana King you will know
absolutely nothing about the human interest things of the world.”   
Jack Kerouac On the Road 

I sell Bananas. 

They're just bananas I know, but buy one and I'll tell you a story.
Rory, roary, tell us a story, a life, a time, a nursery rhyme. Kind of 
like the Brothers Grimm. That's a description not a name. I'm one of 
them. The Brothers. Grim outlook, can't see the smiles. 

-	YOU! 

I can see you smiling outside, but pass me by and go on looking. I'm
just the banana seller. Thousands pass by each day and all remember my 
face. Ha, think I don't know yours? 

And they're good bananas, cheaper than in the shops 

-	Yes love 25p each 

Thanks a lot and enjoy your life, just don't think about it. It's a
mistake. I knew a man who looked inside his box and the trapped beast 
in there bit his nose off. Doesn't make sense eh? To him it did. I sell 
bananas, he smells through his mouth. He knows the pattern inside his 
box, crate, banana crate, shoe box, hat box. Locked or unlocked, cocked 
or half-cocked. It takes a sad man to. Look, lovely bananas. Fresh from 
the Windward Isles, hand-picked by trained to perfection monkeys. 
Cheaper than the locals. What was in my box? That would be telling. I'm 
just a banana seller, story teller. 

I don't know your answer. See, him over there next to that bin, bag,
bar-room brawl, he's not the banana seller, the Banana King, but I know 
him, his eyes have it, the answer, dancer spinning round in his own 
revolution. Got his own sun which he orbits around. His eyes hold the 
secret, it's there for all to see. See what I'm talking about? 
Following the pattern of the game or not? No. Nay nonny no. OK. 
Half-time in nursery rhyme. 

Take a brake. Hissing snake. Piece of Cake. 

Expert panel can pass judgement. Yes, well, oh well, oh hell. What's the
score? Nil nil to the home team. That's all of you. 

No score Gotta score. 

I'm on the away team, asked for a transfer, to keep it going, but I was
sadly disappointed. 

“There is a green hill far away That has a city wall Where Mr Dumpty
broke his shell In a suicidal fall” 

He tried to pick up the pieces but the pattern was lost. Hump was all
broken up by the episode. The King's horses tried to help. But they 
were just horses. 

That's the meaning I think. Bananas. 

I sell bananas. Ripe, yellow fellow am I. Cowardy, Cowardy custard,
couldn't cut the mustard. Well you wouldn't if you found what you were 
looking for. None can. It's there in our eyes. Twice I was close, 
reached out but they changed the rules. Then the third time, 

in my third or fourth world, I touched the sky. Light, and all the
worlds poured in through that dreaded pane with the sun. And I sell 
bananas. The Banana King. To you Mrs or you Mr. Not to be proud, but 
I'll shout it loud, in the crowd (Lest I forget). 

I know the truth, sweet bird of youth, ask Dr Ruth. If a man sits on a
hill and stares over a town he is higher than I. But if he closes his 
eyes I can see more. It's in the eyes. The eyes of my brothers are 
closed to the view from the hill. 



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