Poetry: 8@ 80, TRANE KEEPS COMIN' ROUND(from McCoy)

So long

I have
lived
with expanding
boundaries
though I never
played
a note with you after '64
I ffelt- even before I heard - the
nudge the
push
the blind
cartwheeling
of note over
note
"Noise"
I sad then
even with Elvin's
multi-tonal
stick shifts in my
head which
for a while I kept buried in
Blue Note sand
waiting
for the
waves you chased to
carry you to an even more
distant
shore
Now
bittersweet irony
I am finding my own
way
 to that
place
but only on the inside
Outwardly I still
stand
like
conventions
Inwardly
your
counterpoints
resonate
as they
dissonate
with all the
prim gaiety of
Dixieland
I feel it I know
it
but
for all my
inner assurance I cant
share it
Like Morse Code in
stereo
But all my
faculties
ain't gone
I hear
Kamasi
and them other
young-uns
Comin' on
and I can
smile
Even as I
walk out of the
room
leavin' everyone
Wondering