Coltrane has super=powers
of this I am acutely aware
the bare face of God has returned
and my idiotic rampage of notes
has turned sour on the cacophony of greatness
My attempts to secede from the Union
have been met with Lincoln's hat
overturned and asking for change
on a Sunday my tithes are no good here
I will have to put leaves on the water
of the small rushing brook
and think of Walt Whitman
