OldjJoker

OldjJoker

He
had new jeans and a brand new jacket on a head set over the hood that
looked like it contained an orchestra. He went from rags to riches
over night perhaps we should send the dogs out to look for nearbye
friends. He wanted money whiskey is expensive and so he wandered in
the club and set his old bones inside of new wolves clothes at least
he was trying to work lets listen inn. ClubbedOwner: “what is
that you do?” OldjJoker: “Eye am an entertainer let me
have thirty minutes on this stage no matter what happens you only pay
me @$20p for the night.” The owner said BOY aer yew in luck the
band did not show up. Stand Up Comic. First jJoke ed.note.ed. The
Owner did not smile as he introduced the OldjJoker by this moniker he
wanted all the drinkers to stay and smile and belly up and pay some
more. He placed a coffee cup close to the edge of the stage and
yelled to everyone if this man is good with jJokes please fill this
up. Then he smiled a sort of twisted grin as several patrons stood
again and bought another round. One dripped some whiskey in the cup
on his way back down to front. The StandUpComic smiled and told his
first joke. “We are camped out near the town.” “
the Policeman frowned and said what are you doing here?” “we
are protecting this city from the Herds of Wild Elephants around”
there are no Elephants in this city said the policeman quickly”
Your thanks is appreciated sir for a job well done” well you
could have heard a pin dropp no one moved or ordered any drinks the
ClubbedOwner moved a little to the nervous twitch that always came to
his left eye when someone was on stage at night. The jJoker cleared
his eye and tried again. “There was a man inside the airplane
and he was talking rather nerves and loud he rang out LOOK those
people down there look just like ants isn’t it amazing”
The Pilot leaned out of the cockpit and said Those ARE ants you idiot
we have not taken off yet? The only sound in the club was the Sound
of Silence. The ClubbedOwner looked at his watch and frowned down at
the empty bar glad that he had not paid the jJoker yet. He gulped
some air almost certain that he had failed to earn the $20p but then
he smiled remembering the deal it was for time all he had to do was
fill the thirty minutes or so he was supposing they would pay. “Why”
he began then had to start over with “WHY” a little
louder no one coughed or encouraged him otherwise. “WHY”?
He tried again “did the pygmies paint all there toenails red?”
To hide in the Cherrie trees? It was at this time that the
StandUpComic looked down at the coffee cup left there for his tips it
was turned around upside down. No one ordered another round the Owner
was standing there giving him a huge thumbs down He smiled at the
ClubbedOwner you have that backwards actually the Romans gave a
thumbs down when they wanted someone to live. Groans filled the
cavern space of stage. Fright descended upon the
StandUpComicOldjJokers face and he left without the $20p or the
whiskey spilled from overturned cup on the StandUpComic stage. The
Owner was openly weeping saying good night to all the paying
customers. He hurried to the door and very carefully pulled a $50p
bill from out of his lapel it was his emergency money kept there so
hidden well from robbers and from thieves. The jJoker turned and
paused aplomb gone. ClubbedOwner: “Eye will give this to you
sir on only one condition never come near this place again with your
rendition of a comedian.” The OldjJoker took the money slowly
turned and walked away into the darkness. The Owner closed the stage
door to the alleyway and smiled.