#AmericanWriters
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...