Shakey Jake

Dear Sun:

I have come to know and appreciate your paper through the efforts of one of your finest 'salesman, Shakey Jake. I see Jake almost every day as I walk through the city and I have spent several hours talking with him. He sells the SUN all over the city and does a good job.

I wrote a poem about Shakey Jake and the work he does and I would like to share it with you. I feel it captures the spirit I see in him. I have given Jake a copy of the poem and he will be singing it sometimes. I hope you enjoy the poem.

Keep on bringing out the paper. The work you are doing with the SUN means much to me

Rob Reinhart

Chaplain of the University Hospital

The Shakey Jake Song

Who's that coming down the street

Rings on his fingers, white shoes on his feet

He 's the man you've got to meet

He's Shakey Jake

(REFRAIN):

He's Shakey Jake

Got's what it takes

He's on the make

You can't forsake

Our Shakey Jake

See him playing his guitar

On the street or in the bar

Here he comes, he's never far

He's Shakey Jake

(REFRAIN)

If you're a woman or a man

He'II sell you a paper or give you a hand

He knows where he's going, don't need no plan

He's Shakey Jake

(REFRAIN)

Shakey Jake sat out on the street

Fourteen women sat 'round his feet

They all know he's kind'a sweet

He's Shakey Jake.

(REFRAIN)

The cops said, "Play your songs some more

Play if you're rich or if you're poor

But Shakey Jake headed for the door

That's Shakey Jake