“I’ve missed the most important afternoon of all,”
Words that are a confession
And somewhere in heaven Ray Charles can see
It and hear it and laugh and slap his knee,
Moving his fingers over an organ made of nothing
And it’s America the Beautiful and hotdogs
And catsup stains on a pretty girl’s summer
Dress and fireworks to play the only night game
For Ray and for everyone here and the throaty Oh Beautiful,
The thought getting all lodged up in your chest
And in the places in your hands and behind your ears
That make you get a twinkle in your eye
And you know you’re only a year older
When you’ve heard that boom just after nine
On a humid, deep fried night near the ocean
Close your eyes, close your eyes.
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