No one knows the sound of a saxophone
More than Samantha, who can hear
The souls of segregated black men
Pouring from a decade before her birth.
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From recordings born of the roots
Of Revolution to follow, in which
There were for a while no followers
And only living life any jazzy way
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Knowing it doesn’t matter what
Instrument one can play as it is
The listening that makes the music;
So without Samantha’s ears they are
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Just note waves in the wind and
These black men’s lives depend
Completely on the fact that Samantha
“Has a Jones for Saxophones.”
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Uncle Larry Songs and Poems 