What's in a Name?

I listen to Coltrane:

a man playing divinity

and the endless search

for a simple infinity.

I listen to Bowie:

a man playing rôles

for other tortured,

teenaged souls.

I listen to Mozart:

the beautiful, scatalogical fool

- so Eighteenth Century

super-cool.

I listen to Miles,

whose sweet horn earns

the approbation

of first name terms.