Miles, John, and Me

Coltrane was the sun,
he was the one
whose sight
and sound
set alight
those around.
His horn spoke
above the notes;
pursued
and possessed,
bursting
and thirsting
for more.

Miles was the moon
he had the tunes
that were...
cool.
He knew
a kind of blue
and sketched a perfect space.
His horn whispered
just enough
no more
shhh
peaceful.

And this is me
down on earth
playing my music
(for what its worth).
The jazz goes in
so it must come out
sometime
somehow
somewhere.

 

December 1992