Blow that Trane

-naima? 

Trane train
Training all day
Trane train
Tumbling down
Lines of that Caine
White strokes for the pain
Numbing your mind
and you know,
Who knows?
Those white lines don’t play notes
Trane rode the white line
Till it left town
Before the stars
Could spell his name
Trane.

Trane riding
That cold train
Into a tunnel with one mouth
That don’t blow horns
Like Trane.

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