A little past midnight in the early hour of 1980 New Year’s day, I saw a performance in Washington, D.C., of the late jazz composer, bandleader, piano and synthesizer player, and poet Sun Ra while tripping on acid. This is a tribute to that memory.
space is the place oh Sun Ra and your Arkestra where jAzZ BloWs the truth teach me TRUTH.
where your RhYtHmS ViBrAtE with joy teach me JOY.
where your fingers MaSsAgE that piano with love teach me LOVE.
space IS THE PLACE cruise for answers for wisdom teach me WISDOM.
sail into SPACE the tinsel sparkled robes the egyptian motif the space-travel headdresses you wore on your way home to SATURN teach me how to find HOME.
On Second Thought 