Tag: Stories & Poems

Welcome to the HOMER DAVIS CAFÉ 

After all the parties were over and the theater show long closed, the place to be on a Saturday night was that sizzling little juke joint around the corner on Ashe Street. Next door to Sister Babe’s. It was just the right place to shed 

Black Gold

Sometimes it’s hard to believe the changes of modernization through the years. It now seems unreal to have driven cars without air conditioning, without heat, no CD changer. Guys, remember sneaking your mom’s best bedspread to cover the car’s front seat to go on a date because of 

Playing the Game

…ooh Mar-r-y Mack, Mack, Mack…all dressed in black, black, black…with sil~ ver buttons, buttons, buttons… If you can finish that rhyme, you grew up in Brooklyn, probably not Green Meadows. If you’re now starting to sing the rhyme, then, oh yeah… you’re definitely from Brooklyn, or