road tracks of texas
old train cars lay
rusted &overturned
like new african governments
long forgotten by the people
who built & rode them
till they couldn't run no more,
they remind me of old race horses
who've been put out to pasture
amongst the weeds
rain sleet &snow
till they die,rot away
like photos fading
in grandma's picture book,
of old black men in mississippi/texas
who sit on dilapidated porches,
that fall away
like dead man's skin,
like white people's eyes
&on the peeling photos,
old men sit sad -eyed
waiting,waiting for
worm dust,thinking of
the master&his long forgotten promise
of 40 acres & a mule,
& even now,if you pass across
the bleeding flesh ever-
changing landscape,
you will see the fruited
countryside, stretching, stretching,
old black men,&young black men
sitting on porches
waiting, waiting for rusted
trains in texas grass
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I'd like to hear Quincy Troupe "In Texas Grass" but no one has it uploaded to YouTube. Would be interesting to hear what the melodies are. Besides, that too many artists used another tune to write a different chord or stanza, It's called musical procession, nothing more.
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