Brass Spitoons

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Brass Spitoons

Clean the spitoons, boy.

Detroit,

Chicago,

Atlantic City,

Palm Beach.

Clean the spitoons.

The steam in hotel kitchens,

And the smoke in hotel lobbies,

And the slime in hotel spitoons:

Part of my life.

Hey, boy!

A nickel,

A dime,

A dollar,

Two dollars a day.

Hey, boy!

A nickel,

A dime,

A dollar,

Two dollars

Buys shoes for the baby.

House rent to pay.

Gin on Saturday,

Church on Sunday.

My God!

Babies and girl and church

and women and Sunday

all mixed up with dimes and

dollars and clean spitoons

and house rent to pay.

Hey, boy!

A bright bowl of brass is beautiful to the Lord.

Bright polished brass like the cymbals

Of King David’s dancers,

Like the wine cups of Solomon.

Hey, boy!

A clean spitoon on the altar of the Lord.

A clean bright spitoon all newly polished⁠—

At least I can offer that.

Com’ mere, boy!