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And Then She Wrote MeditationsThis is, this poem is specifically forThe master of the tenor saxophone The immortal John Coltrane Um, and, uh, there have been a lot of poems written Mentioning Coltrane, the contributions he made to black music But none specifically about him that I know of And none that, um, that go into what I consider His greatest piece, "A Love Supreme" And I wrote this with A Love Supreme" in mind It's called, "And Then He Wrote Meditations" Straddling the darkness He controlled the bucking thrusts and rode on Into the emptiness that, he alone, would try to fill Into the middle to try and be the bridge between spirits "Expand, " he screamed The vacuum was aroused, suspicious, and alarmed Who would dare? But on he rode The tailwinds were from Africa The bass and force… |