Richard Brautigan - 1939 Part 3 lyrics

Baudelaire used to come to our house and watch me grind coffee. That was in 1939 and we lived in the slums of Tacoma, My mother would put the coffee beans in the grinder. I was a child and would turn the handle, pretending that it was a hurdy-gurdy, and Baudelaire would pretend that he was a monkey, hopping up and down and holding out a tin cup.