Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Brass Spittoons - Poem by Langston Hughes

Clean the spittoons, boy.
Detroit,
Chicago,
Atlantic City,
Palm Beach.
Clean the spittoons.
The steam in hotel kitchens,
And the smoke in hotel lobbies,
And the slime in hotel spittoons:
Part of my life.
Hey, boy!
A nickel,
A dime,
A dollar,
Two dollars a day.
Hey, boy!
A nickel,
A dime,
A dollar,
Two dollars
Buy shoes for the baby.
House rent to pay.
Gin on Saturday,
Church on Sunday.
My God!
Babies and gin and church
And women and Sunday
All mixed with dimes and
Dollars and clean spittoons
And house rent to pay.
Hey, boy!
A bright bowl of brass is beautiful to the Lord.
Bright polished brass like the cymbals
Of King David’s dancers,
Like the wine cups of Solomon.
Hey, boy!
A clean spittoon on the altar of the Lord.
A clean bright spittoon all newly polished—
At least I can offer that.
Com’mere, boy!


Comments about Brass Spittoons by Langston Hughes

  • Gold Star - 22,884 Points Kim Barney (11/18/2014 2:33:00 AM)

    Once again Poem Hunter has used the previous year's poem of the day on November 18 as this year's poem of the day on November 18.
    Why can't they actually read and choose some of the newer poems? (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/18/2014 1:07:00 AM)

    I just love Langston Hughes - my favourite (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 205 Points Claude H Oliver Ii (11/18/2013 1:20:00 PM)

    Life at society's bottom rung - cleaning the residue of those more fortunate. One man's garbage can be another one's gold or certainly his livelihood. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010



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