#AmericanWriters
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!