Poem: Buying ‘A Love Supreme’ on CD in 1993

A poem about how you will always remember your first loves

It was like a first house — or car.
You remember where you are, or

at least where you were when
you found it, though they tend to

say how it found you. You stalked
this down though, Asking for

Coltrane in the stores of Hastings
over 30 year ago — it was almost

like starting a fight. Were you calling
the owner gay? The only jazz they

had was Kenny G. But you found
Johnny C., in a store long gone now,

during a school sports trip. You
remember all the Neil Young tapes

and that Coltrane CD. First kisses.
Little notes passed. Some of the

other teens were shagging their
brains out in hotel rooms. While

you are having your mind blow
In a way you can’t ever forget.