#AmericanWriters
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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,
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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 —
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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…