#AmericanWriters
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
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,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto