#AmericanWriters
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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,
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
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,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,