And the Radio Plays .......

Who rides and rides, and rides the big bright limited south, or is found instead on the bedroom floor or is found with a stranger's bullet through the middle of his heart

Clutching at a railroad table of trains to the south while the curtains blow wild and the radio plays and the sun shines on, and on, and on, and on

Never having dreamed at Nine o'clock it would ever at Ten o'clock end this way ;

excerpt from

Longshot Blues

Kenneth Fearing

May 1936

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