A Supreme Dream

I had a dream 

A Love Supreme

A "65 Coltrane thing

Intermingled with turbulence

Like the death of our

Black, Shining, Prince

In our winter of discontent

While lovers moaned to the sounds 

of John's

Saxophone

Just wanting to live, love and do

their thing

Like any other 

human being

Yeah, 

I had a dream

A Love Supreme

A "65 Coltrane thing

Where I saw our people

fight for rights and 

equality

Against the "man" and police brutality

Like on Bloody Sunday 

in the south

Where "Nigger' dripped

from the mouth

of those who never hid

their hatred for

Black men, women and kids

But, just then, 

the saxophone lifted me again

Washing away the hurt of sin

The likes I've only seen

In my dream

That

 "65 Coltrane thing

And I heard disdain for our ancestors

Who never backed down

Even after being beaten to the ground

I watched them stand up

Confront laws and a system

that would have made a weak people 

give up

Singing "We Shall Overcome"

While others chanted "Black Power"

Those where the ones that started to sour

on that nonviolent thang

Any way,

 the church bells rang,

 the choir sang

A Love Supreme

A Love Supreme

A Love Supreme

A Love Supreme

All up

in my dream

That "65 Coltrane thing

As my heart swelled for our beloved

 King

and the revolutionary theme

of John and his jazz

Kicking ass

Then, 

at looong last

Voting rights

passed

And our allies smiled

We did too, for a while

But we knew

the Battle wasn't through

And when

I awakened from my

slumber

My head was full of the beat of John's

drummer

As hot as the riot's of that 

summer

in my dream

A Love Supreme

"65

When Coltrane was doing his thing

T.C

IamTimClark 2020