In the silence of a city night,
when the rain 
splatters sounds
on emply doorsteps
and the sky stretches endlessly
from star to star - 
A venerable black revolutionary
muses on stone fists and afros,
on a street corner pulpit.
Preachings of love and hate
filtered with Nat and Huey - 
punctuated by a tenor sax
for added effect.
Feet shuffled by
with crowded minds
and freshly christened thoughts.
A voice of urgency...
of light in a relaxed atmosphere.
A bible in one hand
and God in another.
The sax around his neck
resembling the cross 
of a dedicated Christian.