#AmericanWriters
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
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.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,