Coltrain’s sax solo
slides seductively
like a serpent.
Up & down,
a pentatonic blues Scale.
He is the music–
beating on me
like a prizefighter.
Rhymatically.
Synchopated.
On Beat. Off Beat.
In giant steps.
Coltrain’s solo speaks to me.
Coltrain speaks to me
in a language
Few understand.
Romancing my ear
Arousing my musical manhood
Until I climax in solo ecstasy
Coltrains’s solo speaks to me
In a language
Few understand…
Karriem J. Gaines