Old man river! That seems far too austere a name for something made of mirth and rage. O, roiling red-blood river vein. If chief among your traits is age, you're a wily, convoluted sage. O, demiurge to try at Avalon-once-more? You're umber whisky waters lance the prideful, sober sovereignty of faulty haloed temperance. So, if there's a name for migrant mass and wild waters, fast and free, It's your true name.. Mississippi He stops playing his violin