A love supreme birthed from golden saxophone wombs
Wrapped in brown skin and promise
Speaking sitar sounds in Harlem’s language
Filters the beats of life in irregular spotlights
Naima’s name written in steam
Picking up speed ‘til Alice changed the key with Ravi’s birth
The Coltrane moving steadily down the tracks
Puffed cheeks pushing the soul from his lungs
Into the world he came screaming
Be-bopping
Screeching and scratching alto notes from cool metal
Red hot
He makes it right to jump on board
To ride his blue train to 7th heaven
Singing tingling silver sounds
Virtuoso of…Harmonique