Sing your song of Harlem!
Raise it up, sing it proud.
Lay out a Lenox Avenue lullaby
swaying with the soul
of those sweet weary blues.
Serve it up hot
like they do on the corner -
the grind
of poverty and pride brewing
in the finest cup of coffee
you can buy for a dollar.
Swing out that rhythm
with the hustle and bustle
of a race keeping pace
with a lighter face.
Sing it loud
to shake downtown
with voices of a people
going on
up the steps
and along your river,
moving right on up
those old dirty streets of Harlem.
Loved the pictorial feel about this one. It certainly had a lullaby feel to it too. A lovely read with a perception of being right there in Harlem. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
More jazz than lullaby (IMHO) ...great street imagery and marvelous flow. strong work. -Tailor