no aloneness
today
but for this
interposed
brass in these ears
my wailing wall of
jazz anesthesia
I pilgrim to
praying a
be bop blown
before I was born
but still with that
vinyl turned digital
bounce
and if my life
had a soundtrack
it should be this
swinging through it
time kept
in toe taps
a subtle, but visible
dance on the floor
you just have to wait for it
and move
****written listening to this
Susan Daniels Poetry 
love it and i love coltrane
Thanks, Kyle–me too 🙂
Know those buttons/badges you made for the word whores (of which I am a proud member as a writer)? I need one calling me a jazz whore, ‘cuz I love it all…
YES love love love this poem, love Coltrain, Love LOVE LOVE jazz. I wrote this about it a few years back.
http://cfbrown.com/index_files/Page989.htm
Christopher–that poem, that lyricism–is GENIUS!!!!!! Thank you so much for sharing it with me. And, God, yes, I love jazz!
Oh, yes, and before I go off to float where your poem transported me to listen to more jazz–thanks for liking my poem 🙂
ahhh lol thank you Im humbled. now go and let the jazz take you 🙂
🙂 will do!
I’ve plenty of those LP’s! What a great great tune!
I love that tune, and many, many more like it–we should talk jazz sometime 🙂
Good choice.
“no aloneness
today
but for this
interposed
brass in these ears
my wailing wall of
jazz anesthesia
I pilgrim to
praying a
be bop blown
before I was born
but still with that
vinyl turned digital
bounce”
What does one say to the casual brilliance of this? It flows so e-a-s-y, and with a rhythm all its own. 🙂
Wow, Nelle–thank you!