Poem: Those John Coltrane CDs Blew My Fucking Mind

When my brother returned from university with a John Coltrane CD it was like a special gift – he was out there discovering new worlds, the hunter-gatherer bringing the very best music back to Hawke’s Bay.

That’s how it seemed. There was no other way to explain it at all. He was doing this very special work, in between classes and drinking and whatever el…