• Carly Feinman

Day 25- 10.11.20

Blue Train

The great Coltrane album is nearly always

at the top of my stack,

and I doubt I’m the only one.

Like an aged wine or, say, sharp nostalgia,

it is capable of adding something essential

to any situation. Paired with morning coffee, it sounds

like sidewalk seating on Saint Germain.

In the afternoons, when played in full,

it sounds just like a fall day at The Met.

In the evenings, it takes on a melancholy

not dissimilar to a cloudy stroll

through an empty suburban park.

To me, it will always sound best

when the restless strings of my heart

are knotted into a rubber-band ball.

That’s when it transforms, chameleon-like,

into a looping prayer

for calm, for company.

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