I have a blind date
I mean I've seen him in old photographs
Read poems from his lovers past
Tomorrow we will meet alas
O Harlem here I come
My room is all tumultuous
Still looking for the perfect dress
So when I scale the subway steps
He can see me at my best
O Harlem here I come
To the Renaissance and back
Before gentrification hits
I'll meet him at one twenty fifth
Lost in ragtime we'll both drift
O Harlem here I come
I cannot wait to
Meet his friends
Armstrong and Duke Ellington
We'll walk and talk till Broadway ends
O Harlem here I come
I'll bring two marble notebooks
My heart pined to my sleeve
A ballpoint pen to trace his streets
O Harlem when we meet
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