I have the hundred and twenty fifth street blues,

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I have the hundred and twenty fifth street blues,
I miss the sound feet tapping from East to West,
Langston Hughes telling you like it is in his fine suit and vest,
Hat stores, dress stores and stores with shoes,
On a hundred and twenty fifth,

I miss dancing in the crowd,
Late night dinners and early sunrise,
Still my ears can hear the music loud,
All the finely dressed men and their cavalier lies,
On a hundred and twenty fifth,

From downtown I can go up the one,
If I choose I can make it the four,
Either way both lead to the fun,
Each top at Harlem’s door,
On a hundred and twenty fifth…

Solmaz Hafezi

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