Old Rhumba

experimental poetry by Mark Young. "Once more meandering, this time whistling the Peanut Vendor song, unable to accede to the lyrics — peanuts do bop do bop. What was once a Cuban rhythm, the rumba, an h added in the pre- & post-war dancehalls of the then united States, turned into a jazz standard by the white swing bands — if you haven't got bananas don't be blue — brought back to much more like its original format by resettled Cuban musicians who found fame by cashing in on a craze for Latin-American music. Nothing of which has anything to do with this collection. Except for the name. Old Rhumba. 50 million monkeys can't be wrong (peanuts do bop do bop)."