Who is this masculine
Feline fiddle in the
Smoky bar with a dead guitar and friends
To ease arthritis with gin and hepatitis
Bee line from the dancing women to
Dance differently with a
Shadow poet who pounds that hammer
Of the soft revolution of words and
Burning ends of cigarettes in the
Dark corner it's
Langston Hughes with his
Cool blue and his
Sharp lapel
Sinkin' down to the watery depths to be with
Davy Jones
And rest his bones
Where no catfish jazz-age
Roarin twenties bluesman could twang that
Feline fiddle like the
Coffee bean beat man Langston