We Real Cool

 

So, today I didn't have a poem in me, but I am certain there will be one tomorrow.  In lieu of my own poem, I thought I would post a poem I really enjoy.  The poem is by Gwendolyn Brooks.  It is just all that.

WE REAL COOL
THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We

Left school. We

Lurk late. We

Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Here is a recording of Brooks introducing the poem and then her read of it (click play once the page opens).
The Pool Players.  Seven at the Golden Shovel.