TRANE

 

 

by mdsh!970

 

maybe i was drunk
                                    but i coulda swore
this mornin i heard
                                    Coltrane roar:

 

                                                               “…only one I’m
                                                               angry at is myself
                                                               when I don’t make what
                                                               I’m trying to play.”

 

in restlessly gentle
                                   chromaticisms
                                                               ascending relentlessly
in outcries of ferocious
                                    harmony, he was
                                                               the guru gifted with the voice
of his angry tenor
                                    delivering piercing
                                                               layers of sound.

 

& Om, he said, is “the first                                                            

 

                                    vibration—
                                                               that sound, that spirit
                                                               that sets everything
                                                               else into being.”

as i listen to him,
                    like a disciple
                                              of a brand new creed
                    heeding the discourse
                                              of his tenor saxophone
                                                                                   in incomplete replicas
                    that breathe some but not all
                                              the emotion of being there in the flesh,
i hear the unselfish compassion
                    of a meandering maestro and his soul’s ascent
                                              beyond the limits of his outstretched horn
                    that spawns the spirit
                                              of the cosmos as he knows
                                                                                   it to be, like him
                                               still pursuing
                                                                                   the promise
of A Love Supreme.