[I'm in need of lots of criticism on this]
Rag Harp
Part 1
Hawking the moths with a wine-stained cloth
The barkeep squints as the angels trace their table
The reticent crowd sits coolly with bloodless ennui
And a pistol strides in glum and finds bliss in some rum
Torn soles of 40s boots, a smoke, and his best black cloak
Greet the 50s crowd tonight by drunk candlelight
The piano sits vacant, the spotlight’s impatient
The toothless mug of a king, just a man and his strings
He welcomes them gladly, some stare back madly
All in all, it don’t mean much at all
So his strings chant their dance, the harp hums cadence
For the race who can’t find their place in the empty world
The homeless, the loveless, the shadows and voiceless
Yet their worries cut loose 'round the black man’s blues
The streets call him Rag Harp- feel his words, born from the breeze
Cause his world is all your’s needs
The barkeep squints as the angels trace their table
The reticent crowd sits coolly with bloodless ennui
And a pistol strides in glum and finds bliss in some rum
Torn soles of 40s boots, a smoke, and his best black cloak
Greet the 50s crowd tonight by drunk candlelight
The piano sits vacant, the spotlight’s impatient
The toothless mug of a king, just a man and his strings
He welcomes them gladly, some stare back madly
All in all, it don’t mean much at all
So his strings chant their dance, the harp hums cadence
For the race who can’t find their place in the empty world
The homeless, the loveless, the shadows and voiceless
Yet their worries cut loose 'round the black man’s blues
The streets call him Rag Harp- feel his words, born from the breeze
Cause his world is all your’s needs
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