FOR JOHN COLTRANE
They should have
shown you to the sun
so he could know
his rival
you might have
made the world go mellow,
turned empty tables
golden with your sound
we are lucky, I suppose,
that they let you blow at all
their love is gold
that turns to dollars
yours streamed from your mouth
as free as air
as rare as free
still I can say
to children I don't have yet
Once upon a time, a Coltrane
walked the earth,
and hope
that they grow ears
Deborah D'Amico
They should have
shown you to the sun
so he could know
his rival
you might have
made the world go mellow,
turned empty tables
golden with your sound
we are lucky, I suppose,
that they let you blow at all
their love is gold
that turns to dollars
yours streamed from your mouth
as free as air
as rare as free
still I can say
to children I don't have yet
Once upon a time, a Coltrane
walked the earth,
and hope
that they grow ears
Deborah D'Amico