Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.

Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me

Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.

I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat?