Banana King

"In the daytime Remi and I went out with the gun and tried to shoot quail in the hills. Remi sneaked up within three feet of the clucking birds and let go a blast of the .32. He missed. His tremendous laugh roared over the California woods and over America. "The time has come for you and me to go and see the Banana King." It was Saturday; we got all spruced up and went down to the bus station on the crossroads. We rode into San Francisco and strolled through the streets. Remi's huge laugh resounded everywhere we went. "You must write a story about the Banana King," he warned me. "Don't pull any tricks on the old maestro and write about something else. The Banana King is your meat. There stands the Banana King." The Banana King was and old man selling bananas on the corner. I was completely bored. But Remi kept punching me in the ribs and even dragging me by the collar. "When you write about the Banana King you write about the human-interest things of life."
I told him I didn't give a damn about the Banana King. "Until you learn to realize the importance of the Banana King you will know absolutely nothing about the human-interest things of the world," said Remi emphatically."  From On the Road by Jack Kerouac.

  Songs referenced: 

Ode to the Banana King