Fine living . . . a la carte?
Come to the Waldorf—Astoria!
LISTEN HUNGRY ONES!
Look! See what Vanity Fair says
new Waldorf—Astoria:

I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black fac
And this is what I see:
This fenced—off narrow space
Assigned to me.

Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment

2 and 2 are 4.
4 and 4 are 8.
But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?
And how would it be

I know I am
The Negro Problem
Being wined and dined,
Answering the usual questions
That come to white mind

You say I O.K.ed
LONG DISTANCE?
O.K.ed it when?
My goodness, Central
That was then!

Night funeral
In Harlem:
Where did they get
Them two fine cars?
Insurance man, he did not pay—

Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak.
Don’t you 'member I told you abou
Way last week?
Landlord, landlord,

I catch the pattern
Of your silence
Before you speak
I do not need
To hear a word.

Clean the spittoons, boy.
Detroit,
Chicago,
Atlantic City,
Palm Beach.