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I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de