I Am the American Negro (collection)/Sam Jackson
SAM JACKSON
The moon was a thick slab of yellow cheese between thin slices of toasted clouds
The night air spilled steak and coffee smells from a sack of odors hauled from the Elite Cafe
Beneath penniless Sam Jackson's window two dogs argued like nations over a morsel found in a garbage can
Strong Hunger slashed Sam's belly with eagle talons until he staggered wounded and sore to the street
Daily papers itemed: "An unidentified Negro was shot and instantly killed late last night by Officer Patrick Riley while trying to break into the rear of the Dew Drop Inn . . ."
The night air spilled steak and coffee smells from a sack of odors hauled from the Elite Cafe
Beneath penniless Sam Jackson's window two dogs argued like nations over a morsel found in a garbage can
Strong Hunger slashed Sam's belly with eagle talons until he staggered wounded and sore to the street
Daily papers itemed: "An unidentified Negro was shot and instantly killed late last night by Officer Patrick Riley while trying to break into the rear of the Dew Drop Inn . . ."