The two guys behind the counter are
black,
But the point about Jackie Robinson (says one) is
The man died a lot sooner than he ought:
You know all the shit he swallowed, had
To keep down. And we nod our heads,
It's just the three of us there, and I nod,
Hey, you bet, you better believe, and there
We are, waiting for my card to clear; not friends,
Not strangers.
Cornelius Eady is the
2000-2001 visiting writer at City College
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