Traveling Haiku's

Not a word was said
She looked at me, I, at her
And we both just knew

The car needs a jump
Truck pulls up and pops the hood
Crank, crank, crank, nothing

Sherif watches me
The glass acts as my shield
I pass him slowly

I called her 'tight jeans'
It's not because she wore them
But she made mine tight

Planes line side to side
They'll be going to places
I will never see

A girl studies math
Looks at the triangle there,
Laugh Pythagoras

Haiku's on the bus
Don't have any less meaning
Than ones in limos