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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: August 11, 2020      Views: 53

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A tale from the golden age of Bronzeville
"Sammy and Johnny" by Mark Valentine
Juke Joint Johnny on a jazzy Friday night
Struttin’ in his zoot suit ‘neath the el tracks
On the south side of Chicago where the music came alive
In the forties in the dance halls down in Bronzeville
Stops into the Regal on a jazzy Friday night
Where the Duke and his band took the stage
Dancin’ with the ladies while the band played ‘Satin Doll’
Deep into the night way down in Bronzeville
Switchblade Sammy didn’t have a lucky night
So he comes home early from his poker game
Calls out to his woman, but she’s nowhere to be found
So he storms out of their two flat down in Bronzeville
You can feel the chill of danger on this sultry summer night
As Sammy makes his way down to the Regal
Johnny meets a lady, turns the charm on, reels her in
Love and death in the air down in Bronzeville
Switchblade Sammy spots his lady on the floor
Carelessly coquetting in the arms
Of Juke Joint Johnny and his blood begins to boil
His switchblade makes the dancers clear the floor
Juke Joint Johnny said “Hey Sam, be cool tonight
I didn’t know this lady was your woman.
Put away your blade my man and I’ll be on my way
Lots of fish in the ocean here in Bronzeville”

“Someone’s gonna die” said Sam “And gonna die tonight”
Turns out Sam was something of a prophet
The dancers heard a shot ring out and saw a body fall
Sam lay dead on a dance floor down in Bronzeville
Seems Susie, Sammy’s woman, knew too many lonely nights
And too often felt the wrath of Sammy’s fists
So she bought herself a pistol and she packed it in her purse
‘Fore she went out dancing for the night in Bronzeville


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Writing Prompt
Compose any type of poem with rhythm but no rhyme scheme. Choose any clean topic.
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