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
when the head is turned.
The dim dashboard lights barely skim
your face in my peripheral vision.
Open closed, your eyes see
pounding the blacks and blues
out of their souls.
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.