I watch with a number of others as the blind man RAY CHARLES
Is lead onto the stage.With dark glasses covering his eyes
Like black bandages.  Once seated at the piano his hands touch the keys
And with head thrown back and body moving from side to side
Lips open and sound comes rushing out like a train going through a
Tunnel of night or an escaping convict finally free
With jerking motions like one sitting on an emotional hot wire
Blown down in an unforgiving storm with WHAT I SAY GEORGIA
ON MY MIND I GOT A WOMAN WAY OVER TOWN THAT'S GOOD TO ME and listeners sit transfixed that so much talent
could come from one blind man to compose and sing the blues
From the blood and guts of hard times