In the dorm rooms of our snowbound college
during certain parts of the Coltrane solos
featured on the album Milestones,
parts we had deemed exceedingly worthy,
we boys would play imaginary
tenor saxophones by placing a thumb
in our mouths, leaving the free hand
to handle the intricacies of the fingering.
and with puffed-out cheeks and eyes closed,
we would blow hard, instead of sucking
as we had done in our infancy.
And even though we would step back
to laugh at the silly pathos of ourselves,
there was always great intensity and joy in our playing.
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