By Blind Willie McTell (1927)ReadOasis Step 3

Blind Willie McTell put his guitar case on the ground next to an old brick building. In the late afternoon, the gentle light made the brick walls turn bright red. McTell looked up and stretched his arms up in the air. He couldn’t see it, but he felt the sun warming the dark skin on his face.
It was quitting time, and people started to exit the surrounding buildings. The streets began to fill up with men and women and the sounds of their voices. Mc...