coltrane's acknowledgement:

perfect backdrop
for all these chinese ladies
yakking across the busrows
at 7am

as if no one else is here
as if they're in some large church
coffee klatch, speaking
mandarin in simultaneity
(wide eyes chatting)

their imposition of joy
on this bus full of sorrow -

but no one dares admonish
them: such is the rarity of joy
here

even the busdriver seems
happy with their raucous display -

& coltrane's love supreme
is threading this
all together

revealing the relations
of music to speech
& the human mise-en-scène

its on days like this
i'm proud to be of this old poorbus:

toothy untouchables with their spices,
laughter & dark jazz beauty.