Jess Simple is down on his luck: He needs to get money for a divorce,
Tonight I want whiskey. I’m broke, busted, and disgusted. And I just spent near my last nickel for a paper--and there ain’t no news in it about colored folks.
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Negroes can’t even get into the front page news no kind of way. I can’t even see a flying saucer. When I do, that will be a great day.
For full monologue, see Langston Hughes, Simply Heavenly, in Five Plays by Langston Hughes, ed. Webster Smalley. Indiana UP, 1968, pp.139.
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