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Take It
Daddy'O. It’s All Yours
By Rudolph Lewis
I walked down
Pennsylvania
Avenue to get
39-cent stamps
Coming
out the bank a kamikazee
cop roared,
squealed his car in the
street & on
his speaker phone orders
black men
milling at the cut-rate
to get
off The Avenue & pronto
—that's
what a
badge & gun will
do when you wag
the ass's ears
you can move the
earth's orbit.
Blues men men
learn lessons the hard
way living in the
shadows
Satan all
dressed in blue & chrome stalks
our neighborhoods like graveyards.
Heavy hearts
always have empty
pockets,
Eerie is the
darkness
with vengeful eyes
Our voyages
endless are dirty
& stupid as
these garbage strewn
piss-smelling
streets.
Out of fashion
in a South that could
not feed us we
trailways grief
for the promise land of
ghettoes. There is nowhere
else to go
We no longer
can ride the rails of high
speed
locomotives. But the blues
keeps
walking & waking
us up to terrible news
We still doing
that jive on
streets, if we
ain't dope dealers
& strung out drug addicts
We still be jailed
& dragged into cramped
cells. Fear
smells
old as slavery pens
& wild girls want
to be dangerous for
men with bulging
rolls of bills & big
black
cigars, who'll buy their
mamas new
cars & love that salt fish smell all the time
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