#AmericanWriters
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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