If God is savior, Coltrane plays the blues.
If a man is born to a mother
then his first tear is for a woman
and for a woman will be his last.
I’ve run this thing as long as I can
through days of drought and days of rain, thunder.
I spit at dust and choke in cloud. I ask:
How much longer? I hear only: Longer.
If Coltrane plays the blues, God is savior.
Let the frail heart of resignation
beat within the bones of mirth and sadness.
I can make no end.
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