Langston Hughes (Лэнгстон Хьюз)

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. Children's Rhymes
2. Jazzonia
3. Kids Who Die
4. Sylvester’s Dying Bed
5. My People

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