Saint John
From High Point, he hailed
With his instrument, he had a story to tell.
Many pundits call him insane,
But for those who know, they simply call him Trane.
His claim to fame was riding the galactic ship of jazz,
Pushing the status quo and exploring with a whole lot of pizazz.
But his earnest desire was to get to know a Love Supreme.
Through Acknowledgement, Resolution, Pursuance, and Psalms, his soul was able to gleam.
Saint John, a quiet storm that blew with a serene veracity,
With Giant Steps, he walked through the world of jazz with a divine tenacity.
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