Ascension

The Harlem demon bar grew quiet as Mr Trick entered and ordered an AB-. He gulped it down and ordered another before speaking.

"Trane's dead. Just came from the hospital. Cancer got him."

Disappointed and angry murmurs spread throughout the bar. "Yo, Trick, I recall you bragging yesterday about 'I'm gonna sire John Coltrane, talent like that gotta live forever' and so on? What happen, you chicken out?"

Mr Trick shook his head. "I was going to, I was right there, but then I thought... what's the point? The music would be dead anyway." He sighed. "Cat had SOUL, man."


Author's note: for those who know nothing about jazz - John Coltrane (1926-1967), sax player who did indeed have soul. And died way too young after crushing just about every single musical border there was.