(written in 2008)
I’m married to John Coltrane.
Coltrane is my man.
These other jazz lovers better back off
When we are in conversation
Cuz when he blows that sax
He is exposing his intimate soul to me.
Yes, I’m married to John Coltrane.
Unofficially it’s my first gay marriage
Never legally documented.
I always tell him
“Trane, baby, you look sharp in that jet black suit
Now play sharp for me.”
I was introduced to him in bliss
In the ecstasy of my imagination’s blues club
When I was a young, curious whippersnapper.
I fell into musical monogamy
Letting the fragments of swing stir within my spirit.
We got married through the calling of his squealing instrument.
The invisible ring he gave me
Symbolized that I was a cool cat in his image.
On a freezing January afternoon
In my sanctuary
We did it…
We caused blizzards
Snowstorms
Created an unusual hurricane season.
We had intercourse where he played
I wrote.
The louder the notes
The better the climaxes of expression
With words carefully typed
Accompanied with intensified beats
Making my heart shimmy-shake across the universe
Thoroughly seasoning the contents of a swanky composition.
I’m married to John Coltrane.
Coltrane is my man.
He plays crisp
As crisp as the natural texture of his hair
Creating rejuvenation like a 5-hour energy shot in mid-morning.
Trane has worked to preserve his chameleon genius
Making eclectic minds achieve blues orgasms
Serving jazz appetizers and big band platters
At the dinner table.
Dark scarlet moons appear when his missions are accomplished
When the sax has stopped its jazzy infernos.
Not a dream
But an art gallery of reality.
Me and Trane will walk hand in hand
To the front of the Cotton Club
Spin a new theme as Harlem’s nocturne
With a musical commitment ceremony
To announce that him and I are in love…
With the union of a sax and a spit
A judge will issue a license
Allowing freedom to echo from all mountainsides.
And millions of couple with sense of worth
Sewn deeply inside their hearts
Desire the same recognition…
Existing in California… Massachusetts…Iowa... Vermont... Maine...
Canada… South Africa… locations go on.
The goal is set for the whole world to hopefully
Recognize a love like this
To declare that it is unconstitutional to judge love
No matter who it’s between.
The goal is set for us to lay down the railroad tracks
Sell tickets and reserve our seats
Cuz we are going on a world tour to promote love
And put on those smiles for equality.
We are going to get on the love trane
While Trane’s sax guides us on our peaceful task.
Chugga chugga…
Chugga chugga…
All aboard…
YOU ARE READING
Flashbacks
PoetrySpoken word and page poetry that I have written between 2008 to early 2012. My production has been slow, so I named this compilation "Flashbacks" as a way to showcase some of my favorite pieces written, some which are still drafts. I am also using t...
