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!

Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams

I am your son, white man!
Georgia dusk
And the turpentine woods.
One of the pillars of the temple f
You are my son!

I play it cool
I dig all jive.
That's the reason
I stay alive.
My motto

I woke up this mornin’
’Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.
Sweet gals was a-moanin’,

It’s such a
Bore
Being always
Poor.

been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks like between 'em they done

In an envelope marked:
PERSONAL
God addressed me a letter.
In an envelope marked:
PERSONAL