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...

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The idea behind this poem came from reading a poem of the same title, written by Richard “Canadian Man-god” Lamoureux. Now, his poem went in...

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He plays jazz as if he invented it
Arpeggios augmented, minored and majored
Transferring from one chord to another
Like flashes of lightning extracting emotional pearls 
all from...

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In the midst of all this chaos
When frustration’s only grown, 
Let us pause to stop and listen
To the lovely saxophone.

Adolphe Sax was its inventor
Back in...

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The scent of warm cinnamon tea & soothing saxophone notes of Coltrane drift over my peaceful thoughts this frigid below zero morning in Minnesota...

A flute...

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broad shoulders, six foot three
Rolex, Stacey Adams, suit by Armani
and she said yes

soft spoken, warm hands, piercing eyes
a Harvard degree, business law
and she said yes,...

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It was a woodcut in our high school history text, Unit 4 Beginnings of the
      Modern World, that so disturbed,
from...

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Kind Of Blue (For Miles Davis)

Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx Ny 1991


Before they could lower Miles 
into the damp, dark ground
Two of the PALL BEARERS
Thought they heard...

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After raking hours of 24/7 toil
this brain wants to spin with ole jazz’s request…
14th Road at 8 pm sprays lint upon feet
much too slow for...

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a force for good
(for john coltrane and ahmed obafemi
based on ‘trane’s treatment of ‘nature boy’)

“…I wanna be a force for good…”
		-John Coltrane
 
…there was a...

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I got me a Cadillac.

That's one of my favorite luxury cars.

I'm riding around the hood,

Feeling good like a Southernplayalistic,

Ghetto superstar,driving distances

Very far, looking like a...

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Blueberries, balckberries,
berries galore,
new mown grass smell
wafting through an open door,
bird and squirrel
who come to visit me,
or Coltrane jazz
playing warm and free.
When you get to be...

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out of mind
out of sight
was what you said last night
as the light was turned off 
and I walked away shackled in shameful handcuffs
skillfully placed when...

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"Butterscotch" 

Butterscotch 
kisses
morning coffee
sugar in my bowl
a little cream
hopscotch 

spooning 
never tasted 
so sweet

morning coffee
a little honey
in my smile
tastes like sunshine
tastes like sin 
hopscotch begins

hot...

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Depression

3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores...

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