Hey, Ain’t That Cool?


Slow atmospheric river rain
December dusk, Coltrane in the bay
Gospel jazz, a love supreme
Patters on the porch, slow sax poetry

Tyner’s touches drifting in
Candles modulatin’
along, flickering in song
Dreary, lingering rhythms,
darling contemplation,

that settling in through
the warm evening of a groove
Now ain’t that cool? Hey, ain’t that cool?