Best Coltrane Poems

I'm the sheriff and my name is Rosco P. Coltrane.
People in Hazzard know that the P is for pea-brain.
I work for Commissioner Jefferson Davis Hogg.
He hates the Dukes and he also hates my dog.
I usually get a cut of the take from my fat brother-in-law.
I...

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I'm living my life, 
Like a John Coltrane song, 
Melodious dissonance, 
All right and all wrong, 
Sweet, structured chaos, 
Each part takes a solo, 
Then fades and steps back, 
To play much more mellow, 
Some think there's genius, 
Others ask, 'What's the point', 
Yearning for...

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SAINT JOHN COLTRANE

Old Trane New Trane Coltrane
Stood on the edge of the avant-guard 
Sanctified sax in hand blowing like thunder and rain
He acknowledged The Creator with Psalms in A love Supreme
A love Supreme... A love Supreme...A love Supreme
His horn screamed with pain
Alabama Oh...Alabama where our...

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I am quite taken with the sultriness from the 
Coltrane grove sending hints of cedar down 
my spine as I enters the room arousing the sassy 
brassiness of my horizons a solid structure 
forms each time his fingers tap the saxophone
unspeakable melodies hindered just so...

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spontaneous   
   vitality
phrased
 individuality
improvised. 
     interpretations
of
the
  moment
filled
      with energye
in
   intuitive
      avant-garde
orrnamentation...

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for Alice Coltrane 


I got a love for you
you be jazz
I got a love for you
you be jazz
I got a love for you
you be jazz
jazz all my tears away
jazz all my tears away

you got me 
seeing all kinds
of colors in 
my mind's eye
but my favorite
are...

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I'm riding and flying into dimensions beyond the 3rd,
Sweet melodies and harmonies of rhythmic words.

They speak melodiously and deeply to my soul.
I'm riding and flying; I'm losing control.

No seatbelt to buckle into or even think of,
But I'm safe and feeling free, flying like a dove.

Above...

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The moon is a yellow-green tonight like the pistils of a daisy.
I have no interest in sleep.
The wine is gentle on my nerves.
I think about her discreetly.
I imagine her on a couch in pajamas reading a thick novel.
It is wrong of me to think of...

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