Jamaica

Harry sings "Banana Boat" on the deck,

He and Sidney sway and hold flowers high,

Bob tosses his dreads, strokes his guitar's neck,

Looks down, starts singing, "No Woman, No Cry."


"Bob, I know you disdain Sidney and me,

I'll hap'ly yield our poets' stage to you,

From Ez and Tom let us all be set free,

Merrill and Ginsberg are our allies true."


Harry, I don't care 'bout any of them,

On our island I was born, there I'll die,

Trenchtown is my town, it's not for the creme,

Want to write my own poems, love Ras, get high.


Harry, Sidney, join me in Jamaica,

Let's go where we be mover and shaker.




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