We Real Cool, a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks November 21, 2011 Jimmy Poetry 0 We Real Cool By Gwendolyn Brooks The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel. We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon. Share this:FacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestTumblrTwitterRedditPrint