Poem by Langston Hughes

Park Bench

I live on a park bench.
You, Park Avenue.
Hell of a distance
Between us two.

I beg a dime for dinner-
You got a butler and maid.
But I'm wakin' up!
Say, ain't you afraid

That I might, just maybe,
In a year or two,
Move on over
To Park Avenue?

1. For Selma
2. You and Your Whole Race
3. Juke Box Love Song
4. Personal
5. Kids Who Die

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