#AmericanWriters
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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!
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves