(Coltrane’s Jazz intersects with fatherhood)
My Giant Steps
through classroom maze.
Door blows open.
“ Hocus Pocus ! ”
“ Everybody Focus ! ”
Teacher secretly tells fatherless tales to me
of little ones starving for Papa affection.
Says “ You are the only Dad who visits”
Index nose picker fingers point
Father-famished eyes gaze wishfully
21st century man-child remix of my me
whispers to table neighbor with Lion King Pride
“That’s my Dad”.