#AmericanWriters
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
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…
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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 play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
