Honky Tonk In Cleveland, Ohio Poem by Carl Sandburg
Honky Tonk In Cleveland, Ohio
It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and coronet razzes.
The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts.
The banjo tickles and titters too awful.
The chippies talk about the funnies in the papers.
The cartoonists weep in their beer.
Shop riveters talk with their feet
To the feet of floozies under the tables.
A quartet of white hopes mourn with interspersed snickers:
"I got the blues.
I got the blues.
I got the blues."
And . . . as we said earlier:
The cartoonists weep in their beer.
Carl should read Nick Gaudio from the grave. Be it the very illustrious grave.
This poem is beautiful! ! It has a strong message in the feel of music!
I think Carl Sandburg likes Cleveland better than jazz; or maybe it is the other way round. Great to have music, but jazz and blues do not suit my mood. AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/3/2024 3:20:19 PM # 1.0.0
A best poem on music and it is realistic too.likes.