ELDORADO
by Edgar Otto Mannix
He badly stunk,
Our stumbling drunk,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Lumbering long,
Puking a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old--
This bum so bold--
And o'er his heart a shadow
Crashed as he found,
No sidewalk ground,
That smelled like Eldorado.
And, as his rags
Failed him and sagged,
He met his drunken shadow--
"Shadow," slurred he,
"Where can it be--
This joint called Eldorado?"
"Down the Bowery
Follow the moon,"
Replied the drunken shadow,
"Crawl, boldly crawl
To the saloon
They call The Eldorado."
