The Weary Blues (Shortened)
By Langston Hughes
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To the tune o’ those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming from a black man’s soul.
O Blues!
The Tuneless Piano
Moaning a dreary croon,
Sounding like a dying cat, screaming out of tune
I heard a negro play
Down on
He gave many a fright by tunelessly playing under
An old gas light
He did a lazy sway…
He did a lazy sway…
With his shaky hands
Making each ivory key shriek
He made that poor piano moan with melody
Dancing to and fro with melodic glee
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool
Coming from an old tuneless piano
O blues!
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