TRAINED BY THE TRANE
(Apropos Of A Freestyle-Tanka Coltrane Eulogy)
Was Once Kind Of Blue;
Then, I Took Giant Steps:
Found A Love Supreme:-
Went Down To Alabama:
Labored In Labors Of Love:-
In Resolution,
Divine Wisdom And Guidance,
God Called Me To Serve:-
Today, I Soul Trane Daily:
Been Teaching 53 years:-
You Can’t Stop Teaching
Divine Wisdom And Guidance:
It’s Just Like Preaching!
Trane’s Sax, Made Sure It Would Be:
With Me, It’s With Poetry:-
Sitting Here, Engrossed
In [This] Sentimental Mood,
Has Been A Long Time:-
I’m Now Over 83;
Been Traneing for 70:-
Trane’s Musical Psalms,
Continue To Uplift me,
With Divine Wisdom:
Nourishing My Energy
In Love’s Labors Of Duty:-
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 all pain 'cause Trane, Bird, and Hawk are soulfully saxing,
Sweet, harmonious melodies got me chillaxing.
Free! I'm so free,
And my mind's eye can see.
And my heart can feel,
I'm riding and flying into a peaceful surreal.
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. Running freely into
dimensions away from the third
A ride. A glorious ride of
harmonic bliss
A kiss, a sweet kiss...
So fasten and secure your headphones
and be sure not to miss
Because this is sure to be a ride
of epic proportions
Away. Far away from the chaos and
distortions
My God!
Jones will be thudding
With Tyner tinkling the keys
Oh yes, Garrison will be a 'bassing'
And Coltrane blowing like a breeze
A ride. A celestial ride out of
this world
To places and spaces where all
dreams and hopes are unfurled
O' Wise One in the sleeper for a
Song of Praise
And Afro Blue reflects on Africa
Giant Steps in the coming days
Blues Minor to Sweet Naima
I have my ticket, so you know this
means I can not stay
I just pressed play, and now I'm coasting
and floating away
Red x trane
(a black arts movement kwansaba)
by ‘bro.zayid’
Garvey greased Harlem struttin
Baraka bluuuue New Ark floats
Chicago ‘sippi blood thick
Watts fire ibeji badd
Big Eazy polyrhythmic
Dee stroyed broadsided lovin
A red X’d Trane flyin home…
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CRUISING WITH TRANE...
(Apropos John Coltrane)
Sometimes
in a blue note mood
i take the A-Trane
into a soprano night
And listen
to moonlight thrills
of beautiful sable birds
Monking around
with satin dolls
in search
of a love supreme:
Spiritual cruising with Trane
is still one of my favorite things.
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