Cafe: 3 AM by Langston Hughes

[conuly]

Detectives from the vice squad
with weary sadistic eyes
spotting fairies.
Degenerates,
some folks say.

But God, Nature,
or somebody
made them that way.

Police lady or Lesbian
over there?
Where?

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This poem is brought to you by the NYHS exhibit on The Gay Harlem Renaissance, which you should definitely see if you're in the city. They have pay-as-you-wish admission every Friday from 5 - 8.

Also, I'm incrementing my Robert Moses counter up but only a little, because it was a complaint embedded in an exhibit about somebody else, but it was at the NYHS, so it doesn't really count. So it has now been one day since the last Robert Moses mention, but only kinda.

Comments

[kaffy_r]

Popping in to say that poem felt real to me. I know that sounds weird, but I did want to tell you that.

[conuly]

I always appreciate comments on poems, though I rarely reply because most of them aren't the sort of comments that call for a reply.

[kaffy_r]

Then I'm grateful for your response. I hope the coming week is a good one for you.

[minoanmiss]

God I wish I could have met Mr Hughes.