Long Trane Poems

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Lobo Little Man, and his boy Teka Maroo
Put them together, and no telling what they might do.
Sweet as pie they are, sporting too many shades of innocence on their face.
Showing off their perfect manors, with...

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I've always been a mellow
type of fellow
Laidback like dem seats
in that Cadillac
Yeah! Real chill like that
sleek '73 Deville
Even as a little boy
the jukebox was my toy
Sweet rhythms of life
abating all ills and strife
A manchild in...

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Comrade
Tie rollerskates to pólice
Horses hoofs
Piss on the grim parade
From the roof
Of the dept store
Slip a fortune cookie note
That reads
´give me liberty or death
Or chicken chow mein ´
In the pocket of a
Passing pope
Arm the homeless
With pitchforks
&...

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Hurry! Hurry!
All aboard the Cosmic Trane
Where the mind runs free and
the soul feels no pain
A location for the elevation of
humanness to the existential
realm of salvation
Galactic spiritual religiosity in the
form of rhythmic sounds
Free.  Free. ...

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Jy by die see 

In my drome sien ek ‘n duidelike beeld
Van jou en hoe jy wandel langs die see
en die aandwind huil alweer verveeld
net voor die eerste ster sy glimlag gee

Donker kaalvoet spore sink...

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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...

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as pure as imagination is
(apropos grooving to the word)

imagine this:
drumming words
to 88 keys
rainbow
ending 
into each other
mellowing out
like trane
waters
streaming tears

flowing
sidewalk raise banks
to drains
cascading monk falls
following birds to sea
to be free—
the real macoy

how time flies—
wingless
as it is
leaving...

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'k kyk neer rivier
wat kronk'lend paaie baan
in dalle vloer
afgemat en steeds geboè
poele plas en blitsend 'kaats
drenkend dans palmiete gras
soos manne kras in kroee
dalk net dromend was
my refleksie in jou oè
Iris geruit as wimpers sluit
was binne-in...

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From High Point, he hailed
With his instrument, he had a certain
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...

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Jou boompie groei 

‘n Saadjie was geplant voorheen
Ek het dit amper verdrink met my trane
Dit het wel ontkiem, maar
Donderweer, Hael en woeste wind -
Onkruid, Ryp en droogtes 
het dit geknou.

Dalk het dit met ‘n goeie...

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Skiet mis

In plaas van woorde uit my pen
Vloei trane uit  my hart se oog
Sodra ek sien ek het gewen
Besef ek hoe haar blom uitdroog
In minder as net sewe dae
verloor haar hart sy steun. En...

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