Banjo Yes Receives A Lifetime Achievement Award
I ain’t no never had to never done
No acting not like some of these white boys / Nothing
you’ll find in books
y’all listen close / Now and I’ll tell you how I got my name
I worked on as a young man on a lot
What do you think I did I cleaned I fetched
Shit and more shit shit both ways shit and took
And kept it too yes and whenever I thought
A white boy might be calling me shit yes / I answered
one morning and I’m just cross-
ing from one thing to the next I hear a shout
Banjo and so I lift my head but not
Too high that ain’t my name and I say Yes
Back loud but real polite and this white boy
I never seen before and he’s away
Over the other side of the lot but each
Of the white boys there he had a different
Important way of standing and no I
Ain’t seen this boy before he had his fists
Jammed in his hips like all of them but he
Leaned heavy on his left leg like he was
Limping standing still I run quick o-
ver to him I say Yes sir tells me to
Bend down and wipe this is the truth it was
A spot of bird shit from his shoe
this ain’t / No kind of story where the nigger says
No I bent down and cleaned his shoe
I can’t / From down there see the look on the man’s face
From down there at his feet but just as I
Get started and I think he must have been
Smiling he says Is your name Banjo I
Say No sir my name’s Bill and he says Ban–
jo suits you better Banjo Yes and when
I talk to you that’s who you’re gonna be
And I say Yes sir sir your shoe is clean
Now listen that boy he was nobody
In fact I never saw that boy again
But that name stuck to me
and when you see / A white boy talking on the screen that’s him
And when you see me smiling back that’s me
Banjo Yes Talks About His First White Wife
Thing is she hated her
Father her mother and her brothers loved
Her cousin but he stopped
Coming around / After she married me no letters said
He didn’t have a phone
So every Christmas every birthday every Goddamn
Armistice Day I sent that boy a phone / She didn’t know I did that
but I made sure he knew it was me I sent
The same note every time Don’t
Worry I got a white boy here he answers our
Calls see he wanted that and didn’t want it
A nigger can surround himself with whiteness
But it becomes a wall between him / And whiteness
and he wants and doesn’t want it
Banjo Yes Remembers His First Car
It wasn’t no
Question of did I steal it nobody no cop
In some of the towns I drove through never saw
A nigger drive alone before / They were astonished that’s the word for it
In Bakersfield the sheriff followed me
from one / End of the town to the other he had been
I guess been waiting for
Anything but the circus to pass through
And when he saw the circus coming man he had to follow it
A black man has to be a circus by himself
a lion-tamer and a clown
A strongman and an acrobat
Money don’t make it / Stop he gets rich he buys more
white folks tickets
biography
SHANE McCRAE is the author of Mule, Blood, Forgiveness Forgiveness, The Animal Too Big to Kill (winner of Persea Books’ 2014 Lexi Rudnitsky/Editor’s Choice Award), and three chapbooks. His poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in Seattle Review, The Literary Review, LIT and elsewhere, and he has received a Whiting Writer’s Award and a fellowship from the NEA. He teaches at Oberlin College and in the brief-residency MFA program at Spalding University, and is the book editor for BOAAT Press.