Cold Blues

I sleep close enough to hear the whistle of fog horns from passing freighters under the bridge.
In gust,
strong Northern winds push against my window.
Howling-
searching for a gap in the pane.
Most cool nights I listen to the blues-
while resting in tune.
I hear the cold blues
and sleep.

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