florence
A man with an electronic keyboard on his dashboard drives by. He steers with his left hand, taps out notes with his right. I listen for the faint melody. A minute later, driving the next car to pass us, a lanky dude plays trumpet, steering with his knees. Him I can hear, clear high-notes across the rush. In the rearview, I watch for the drummer, the bass player. I used to play sax.
move on... 
other roads...
Back Up...
other roads:
