Silent Ways

I.

We sat in silence and stared 
out the windshield.

She turned her head and looked 
at me for a moment.

I kept looking straight ahead.


II.

"You mind if I put some music on?"
I said I didn't. She reached 

for the floor and the beat-up
cd cases sitting there.

The floor was such a mess.


III.

She picked my favorite album
by Miles Davis. On the cover

his face gazes a sight we 
cannot see. 

Droning organ, us, closer.