Harmonics In the Sunroom

Poetry

Carly Warner

You play me A Love Supreme and tell me  

what Coltrane meant. It’s my first night back 

in town, and you will be gone in a week.  

Retired to the suede couch we read the poem  

on the album sleeve and you call him crazy.  

What does it mean to be someone's secret?  

The notes jump from the record spinning 

the effect elates you. Outside dawn breaks 

I am at your shoulder lead-headed.  

You tell me the longer you stay awake the better  

you feel and I stare back at you. Four notes loom 

the air. I wonder how many hours are spent  

in the eyes of a new lover.