Coolsville

Coltrane took a midnight train through bebop rains on his way to Coolsville. Dylan was willin’ to ride wild-word winds, singin’ his way to Coolsville. Zora Neale never kneeled before any latchkey lackeys on her way to Coolsville. Earhart never gave her heart to anyone or anything but Coolsville. Rosa Parks never parked her courage anywhere but in the front seat of Coolsville. Aretha Franklin never drank a thing but the smooth waters of Coolsville. Blasey-Ford’s gonna barrel her Ford of integrity through the walls of Trump’s misogyny on her way to Coolsville.

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