Coltrane

What was and what could be
The path of jazz
The sun bursts thru clouds
Blues sighing on city streets
Cryptic urban modern idiom
Strained American dream
Awakening on a thin edge
Spiritual like a broken totem pole
Tribal
Respectful
Innovative
Pensive
Cathar tic
Healing
Coltrane blows his sax

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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