Blue Song

A blue song
sung slow
slung over
the edge of
a window
ledge.

Past white paint
worn weary
by tired panes,
a melody escapes
the breathless drags
of cigarettes

past glass,
southern
skyscraping
steeples,
chasing the wind
between bricks
and people,

falls to find
deaf ears
sleeping;
my song
barely even
whispered
in your dream.