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 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
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2023
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