Coltrane Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Coltrane



What was and what could be
The path of jazz
The sun bursts thru clouds
Blues sighing on city streets
Cryptic urban modern idiom
Strained American dream
Awakening on a thin edge
Spiritual like a broken totem pole
Tribal
Respectful
Innovative
Pensive
Cathartic
Healing
Coltrane blows his sax

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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