Chapter 15

Railroad Avenue

Dusk darkOn Railroad Avenue.Lights in the fish joints,Lights in the pool rooms.A box car some trainHas forgottenIn the middle of the block.A player piano,A victrola.942Was the number.A boyLounging on the corner.A passing girlWith purple powdered skin.LaughterSuddenlyLike a taut drum.LaughterSuddenlyNeither truth nor lie.LaughterHardening the dusk dark evening.LaughterShaking the lights in the fish joints,Rolling white balls in the pool rooms,And leaving untouched the box carSome train has forgotten.

Dusk darkOn Railroad Avenue.Lights in the fish joints,Lights in the pool rooms.A box car some trainHas forgottenIn the middle of the block.A player piano,A victrola.942Was the number.A boyLounging on the corner.A passing girlWith purple powdered skin.LaughterSuddenlyLike a taut drum.LaughterSuddenlyNeither truth nor lie.LaughterHardening the dusk dark evening.LaughterShaking the lights in the fish joints,Rolling white balls in the pool rooms,And leaving untouched the box carSome train has forgotten.

Dusk darkOn Railroad Avenue.Lights in the fish joints,Lights in the pool rooms.A box car some trainHas forgottenIn the middle of the block.A player piano,A victrola.942Was the number.A boyLounging on the corner.A passing girlWith purple powdered skin.LaughterSuddenlyLike a taut drum.LaughterSuddenlyNeither truth nor lie.LaughterHardening the dusk dark evening.LaughterShaking the lights in the fish joints,Rolling white balls in the pool rooms,And leaving untouched the box carSome train has forgotten.

Dusk dark

On Railroad Avenue.

Lights in the fish joints,

Lights in the pool rooms.

A box car some train

Has forgotten

In the middle of the block.

A player piano,

A victrola.

942

Was the number.

A boy

Lounging on the corner.

A passing girl

With purple powdered skin.

Laughter

Suddenly

Like a taut drum.

Laughter

Suddenly

Neither truth nor lie.

Laughter

Hardening the dusk dark evening.

Laughter

Shaking the lights in the fish joints,

Rolling white balls in the pool rooms,

And leaving untouched the box car

Some train has forgotten.

Langston Hughes.


Back to IndexNext