"The mountains are calling, and I must go." —John Muir
THE WEARY BLUES
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway … He did a lazy sway … To [...]
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