Otis Spann

November morning, all is fresh and new And the sky is a break your heart blue Black coffee at the small café Bus stop, bundled children wait Traffic crawls on the interstate Otis Spann's buried in an unmarked grave Heart of the Delta, Mississippi born Catfish, cotton fields and corn Reaching for the baby grand That piano's made for both these hands Went to church and learned to play Otis Spann's veiled in an unmarked grave The world it continues to turn Change gets made, calories get burned Admen looking for the perfect pitch Outdoor smokers rather freeze than switch The Dow Jones Industrial's down today Otis Spann's shelter is an unmarked grave Juke Joints, county fairs and such Blues by ear and a sense of touch Moving north to the Promised Land South Side, Muddy Waters' band Yeah, he played with soul and grace Otis Spann's covered in an unmarked grave Lunch hour comes with no fanfare Sunglasses cutting down the glare Street vendor turning up the heat Mini-smokestack rising in the street There's meetings had and deals are made Otis Spann obscure in an unmarked grave One Room Country Shack, Backwater Blues Rolling bass, crashing treble too Strength and beauty shining through Make the keys do what you want them to The sky has turned a gunmetal grey Otis Spann's hidden in an unmarked grave Evening falling on the edge of town Television, all is winding down No more saving time today Children stay inside to play Soon they'll lay them down to pray Otis Spann's buried in an unmarked grave