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Thu, 24.09.2009

SOUL by D. L. Graham.

coltrane must understand how
I feel when I hear
some un-sunned-be-bop-jazz-man
try
to find the cause of a man’s hurt

soul ain’t nice it’s daddy’s backache
the blues my mother felt when she
bore me
in a rat-infested-harlem u.s.a.

its… mammas love and daddy’s hate-
doing it my way
survival motion set to music……
reprinted by permission of Earl J. Hooks.

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