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He wipes the tables clean
Picks up the dirty wears
Take out the garbage
Stock the fridge with beers

Cleans the bath room
And mops the floors
Sweep outside on the sidewalks
 Before he the doors

Sounds like a lot of work
But he enjoys it everyday
It’s the cotton club
With great jazz music every day

In this boarded up building
On 142nd street and Lenox Avenue
In the central of Harlem
His dreams has come true

In a sense it was segregated
 White folks patron the establishment
And the black performers
The will provide the entertainment

And he heard the best musicians
The likes of Duke Ellington, cab Callaway
Nat king Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, count Basie
Josephine baker, mea west, Billie holiday

Some of the great performers he seen
Many comes from all over everyday
The cotton club is renowned worldwide
It’s where the best black musicians play

He thinks he is truly bless
And in his heart it’s what he felt
For just a poor Harlem boy
The music is the soul of his wealth

He remember it like yesterday
But it was 5o years ago
As he passes by the cotton club
He can still hear the music inside the door

He sits in the park watching his grandkids
As they play in a yellow plastic sub
And his mind wonders back as a kid
In the Harlem cotton club

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