Coltrane Poem by Suburban Lovechild

I'm living my life,
Like a John Coltrane song,
Melodious dissonance,
All right and all wrong,
Sweet, structured chaos,
Each part takes a solo,
Then fades and steps back,
To play much more mellow,
Some think there's genius,
Others ask, 'What's the point',
Yearning for answers,
To resolve and anoint,
It goes and it goes,
My tapestry of travel,
Ideas, emotions,
With more to unravel,
And like most recordings,
It must come to a halt,
Imposing your thoughts,
To search for gesalt,
Let's listen again,
The one you just heard,
Focus attention,
To each note and each word,
Something vaguely familiar,
A known quantity,
Our entire existence,
Pure humanity,
Could be your song, not mine,
That plays on the waves,
With frequency and amplitude,
That everyone raves,
No song's more important,
The one before, or the next,
We all have our moment,
Our sacred context,
Each valued and special,
To contribute and play,
Influence and impression,
With joy and dismay,
So, put on the headphones,
Immerse the senses,
Close your eyes and depart,
To a world without fences,
This malleable melody,
Still constitutes form,
At times, rather chilly,
And others, lukewarm,
But, listen and listen,
Stop and rewind,
Messages rampant,
Cause to remind,
This is my purpose,
This is my song,
Don't know where I going,
But know where I belong.

(6/18/98)