Langston Hughes - Juke Box Love Song

I could take the Harlem night

and wrap around you,

Take neon lights and make a crown,

Take Lenox Avenue busses,

Taxis, subways,

And for your love song tone their rumble down.

Take Harlem's heartbeat,

Make a drumbeat,

Put it on record, let it whirl,

And while we listen to it play,

Dance with you till day-

Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl.

Langston Hughes - Necessity

Work?

I don't have to work.

I don't have to do nothing

but eat, drink, stay black, and die.

This little old furnished room's

so small I can't whip a cat

without getting fur in my mouth

and my landlady's so old

her features is all run together

and God knows she sure can overcharge-

Which is why I reckon I does

have to work after all.