Coltrane's black and grey syncopated rhythms
stretched across the white bricks, adrift
Unworn shoes sit in anticipation
while the crumbs and seeds migrate to the corners
I went to the doctor and she measured me
and poked holes in my body
Set me out to sea like coltrane
I'll bring you back beauty you can't resist.
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