Hour 1: The Music is Enough
Riding the Coltrane highway through an almost midnight snow,
driving with you
into an inked-out sky laced
with snow, its blanketing white beauty
potentially fatal
when the head is turned.
The dim dashboard lights barely skim
your face in my peripheral vision.
Open closed, your eyes see
other times
other places
their faces
pounding the blacks and blues
out of their souls.
A sigh.
A low hum of appreciation punctuates the night
rhythmic interruptions of my struggle
to translate an aural narrative
played in a language I don’t speak.
Framed by silence between us,
the music is enough.
Nice! I could be in the back seat, watching this all happen.
Thank you!
Love this poem, Tracey. It’s so evocative.
Eileen
Its beautiful but could you explain what was the theme you wanted to convey as your poem covers a broad range of emotions from awe to loss. Atleast for me.
Basically, that is the theme. During the drive through a bad snow storm, my passenger was an older African American gentleman (mentor and friend). We were listening to jazz and these were my thoughts as we appreciated the music but coming at it from whole different life experiences.
Get it! Thanks
Looking forward to reading more. Nicely done!