The Blues of Langston Hughes

I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing it smooth to revive his muse

I sing it cool! I sing it loud!
I sing it jazzy! I sing it proud!

Who am I to sing it?
...I’ve got my nerve
I just can’t keep quiet,
And have my Dream Deferred

I guarantee you’ll dance
To my grand vibrato
The music will stick in your head
Until you dig my Motto

I can sing it tame
But I'd rather sing it wild
Either way it's brilliant
The lullaby of a Genius Child

I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
The tune is old, but it still reigns true

I sing it sweet
With the beat of the streets
I’m singing so good,
I got you tapping your feet

A song of truth
A song for any era
A harmony against hate
I too, sing America!

I can sing it tame
But I'd rather sing it wild
Either way it's brilliant
The lullaby of a Genius Child

A Jukebox Love Song
To set the ambiance
From ancient rivers
To the Harlem Renaissance

I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
All of the poets -who know it…
Should sing it too!

Dreams by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die

In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
The mail man is late again.
Opening her box closing it right back.
She considers direct deposit,
Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs.
To a notice on the door.
Excessive noise complaint
Rent past due