ODE TO COLTRANE
Wind swept hills and rain scattering its fragile
blossoms
Autumn fraught with unanswered questions-
disturbing wonderings and muffled death...
Into this void -Coltrane leaves his distictive
heritage -black suffering - nubian
trance - musing - darkened flight of
miracles painting wings across the ceilings
of the mind...
Cheerless notes lift stranded in spirit
time - waiting for another voice to read
their meaning - hopelessly-
Coltrane lived - and now - like Bird or Pres -
only discs speak the chill reality
Thru multi-rock-jazz-fusion-
we hear again Trane's silver-fingered
throat
Alas, without his soul-
Our need grows great to hear again your
musk -scented jasmine tones of love and anger
we heard -live in jazz starred sessions
in -indigo scenes
We miss you , John.
We need you now to - to
give joy and meaning
to our
- lives
