![]() ![]() But right outside Runs Hampton Street, called, probably, For the owners of his family. Nobody in the Elloree, South Carolina, Stop-n-Go, Nobody in the Sunoco, Or in all of Elloree, his birthplace, knows His name. Two endless roads, four endless fields, And where I woke, the veils Of rain fell down around a sign: FRI & SAT JAM W/ THE MEAN MONSTER MAN & II. ![]() The street where Revelation Made James Hampton miserable Lay wet beyond the glass, And on it moved streetcorner men In a steam of crossed-out clues And pompadours and voodoo and Sweet Jesus made of ivory But when I woke, the headlights Shone out on Elloree. And when from the first dreaming I woke, I walked behind The window crossed with smoke and rain In Washington, DC, The neighbors strangling newspapers Or watching the TV Down on the rug in undershirts Like bankrupt criminals. ![]() 1 I dreamed I had been dreaming, And sadness did descend. ![]()
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