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.