#AmericanWriters
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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 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
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…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
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…
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
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,