Dream Boogie

Poem By Langston Hughes

Good morning, daddy!
Ain't you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?

Listen closely:
You'll hear their feet
Beating out and beating out a -

You think
It's a happy beat?

Listen to it closely:
Ain't you heard
something underneath
like a -

What did I say?

Sure,
I'm happy!
Take it away!

Hey, pop!
Re-bop!
Mop!

Y-e-a-h!

Comments about Dream Boogie

Quite trendy and musical, typical of African-american poetry.
Re-bop! Mop! With sprinkles on top. Boogie all day till the blues go away. Jump out the window and onto the lawn. Shout at the moon till the doldrums are gone.
It is nice and funny. I love it. What a great piece


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