Cosmic Trane Poem by Stewart Watkins

Cosmic Trane

Rating: 5.0


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 chaos and distortions
My God!
Jones will be thudding
With Tyner tinkling the keys
Oh yes, Garrison a 'bassing'
And Trane 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
Lonnie's Lament in the coming days
Blues Minor to sweet Naima
I have my ticket, so you know I can not stay
I just pressed play, now I'm floating and coasting away

Cosmic Trane
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