The Third International after Lenin

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Poem: "Park Bench"


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

I beg for a dime for dinner--
You got a butler and a maid.
But I'm wakin up!
Say, aint you afraid

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

-- Langston Hughes

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