What did the World's ears hear? What did their eyes really see?
Ebony men bleeding sweat  in 4/4 time
Carrying the beat, behind the beat with the beat deep inside
Bowing the in- between sweet sound harmony
Strings crying like lost children
Horns tearing down walls of white rejection
Charinet  strutting
Its way through other notes
Like a Sunday -morning altar call
And the preacher calling out tongues of blues in his voice
And cords of long ago memories of joy and sadness
Piano key voice playing sweet ragtime  and jazz notes on the soul
Music , surely yours and mine in Americia