Ornette rids an elevator. Drops in from the thirteenth floor.
In smoky bars, Southern boys smash saxophones.
Voodoo heats the woman dance. He knows there's a reason.
Ornette and the Four Apostles, blowing in the Hillcrest Club
He's only a change of the century, walking in the rain downtown.
Tomorrow's the question.
He's blue percussion pumping harmolody.
Skies of America overhanging European soft city lights
Call Ornette home again.
Ornette and the boy Denardo play heaven upon us all.
A garden of souls is his offering.
Naked in the face-to-face,
There is no protection.