The
Twenties roared in.
It
was the Jazz Age.
There
was a Renaissance in Harlem.
As
Langston Hughes wrote
And
Louis Armstrong sang
Dizzy
swung.
We
sing too, America.
We
are darker brothers.
With
the Duke and Aaron Douglas
We
sing and swing with the rest of you.
A
new revolution took place.
Women
dressed provocatively.
Went
places only for men.
Their
hair was short,
Their
necklaces long
As
they swung and danced to the latest crazes.
Movies
recorded life.
Things
were good.
They
spoke easy
Of
alcohol in Prohibition.
It
didn’t matter if the Capones of the world
Were
shooting up banks.
As
long as they kept mixing the smooth bootleg liqueurs
In
the cellars behind closed doors.
The
good times will always continue.
The
businessmen didn’t seem to mind
As
they kept it cool with Coolidge.
While
people in Harlem played their jazz with trumpets
They
played theirs with cash registers.
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