"Tennis in the City"
by Frank Higgins
He could help us out
selling papers or sacking groceries
but that's what I did growing up.
Every day he's in the alley
knocking that ball against the building.
Whomp take that Forest Hills
whomp whomp take that Wimbledon
whomp whomp whomp
all day long,
the wife tells me so.
Says she watches him from the window
when the bossman has her clean 'em,
says she doesn't know about that boy.
But I know about that boy
and I know this ball's worn
and I know this racket's gonna split
no matter how much tape you put on,
so tonight after supper
we're going for new ones, son.
And I want you to start staying
in that alley an hour longer, hear?
for
Arthur Ashe (famous African-American tennis player)
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