Now, this is strange. You give the right answer, it's from The night they took Whitey and there is no Mr. Adams.
Read this part of the interview of 1989:
Ah! Just read it back, I thought, Mr. Adams automaticly appeared in the poem. But I guess Buk just mentioned him. Sorry, my mistake. By the way, never been able to read the poem, so far.
From the poem"the night they took whitey," was Whitey a friend of yours?[/B]"Whitey" was an off-and-on drinking partner in this hotel on Vermont Avenue. I went there now and then to see a girlfriend (Jane) and often stayed two or three days and nights. Everybody in the place drank. Mostly cheap wine. There was one gentleman "” a "Mr. Adams" "” a very tall chap who took a fall down the long stairway two or three nights a week, usually around 1:30 a.m., when he was making a last attempt at a run of the liquor store around the corner. He would go tumbling down this long, long, hard stairway "” you could hear the sound of him banging along "” and my girlfriend would say, "There goes Mr. Adams." All of us always waited to see if he would go through the glass doorway, which he sometimes did. I think he got the glass doorway about fifty percent of the time. The manager just had somebody come and replace the doorway the next day, and Mr. Adams went on with his life. He was never injured, not badly. That fall would have killed a sober man. But when you're drunk, you fall loose and soft like a cat, and there's no fear inside of you; you're either a bit bored or a bit laughing inside of yourself. Whitey just let it go one night, blood roaring from the mouth. I had done the same thing a few times, so I related. Blood is purple and a bit of stomach comes out and the blood stinks. I came out of it after a dozen pints of blood and a dozen pints of glucose. But we never saw Whitey again.