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In the room

we danced slowly to Coltrane

and felt the overwhelming spirit

of creation

It was exciting in there

for those few moments

when we danced

and the hands of time

kept ticking along

in usual rhythm

In my mind

I give everyone a fair chance

though not always so in my heart

I have learned many bad manners

We danced slowly to Coltrane

and suddenly I forgot

about everything else

It all faded away

and didn’t matter anymore

stopped to tap a bowl

and the sweet summer night

cascaded gloriously

to a moonlit magical madness

We have to pop on more “Trane”

and hope to keep the blue train

moving on through the night

It isn’t always going

to be this way

to be this sweet

that’s for damn sure

but we should be

working toward those ends

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