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. SUMMARY, , The Jazz musician is a pathetic figure. He stands like a, black Ancient Mariner, his face full of wrinkles. Bogged, down by the hardships of life and the injustices, he stands, with his head bent and eyes closed. He seems to have, aged fast. He wears a faded blue shirt that has turned, dark with sweat and has a torn collar. He wears a necktie, that hangs loosely over his old jacket. His shoes are torn, and he has stuffed the holes with paper. He has a sagging, stomach and a rough unshaven face filled with wrinkles., He stands there all alone out of his own volition., , The musician’s eyes which look down, and his ears, which are closed, now sharpen as his thoughts are on, , the saxophone that hangs across his chest supported, from his neck by a wire coat hanger. He gently lifts it up, to his parted lips and begins to play. Through his song, he wants to tell the world that he is a Black man sent to, preach the Black Gospel of Jazz. As the notes are played,, he finds he is no longer a man, not even a black man. He, is a bird that gathers its wings and flies higher and higher, till it flies away. It could also be that he comes down to, find himself a Black man again. This is to say that a Black, man can let himself be discriminated against and remain, , a Black man or he can stand up for himself and fight for, his rights and be liberated.