Notes, while driving with a love supreme
(random riffs recorded on the road)
Layer upon layer of clouds holding
a snow that never materialized
deliver a gray light,
but there’s joyful anticipation at the start
of this long drive home like a pulse
of contentment. A love supreme.
Piano pulls me forward with resolve,
when Coltrane comes in
pursuing that love
as drums urge me onward.
Like a psalm rolling through me,
clouds give way to blue sky,
the hint of home drawing me closer
on this long cold drive.