the blue notes

blue notes
float
free
from
the saxaphone
as the man
sits
on his wooden
seat
in the old
bar,
with the old
brick of
crumbling
walls,
the floor
boards
creaking where
he taps
his boot.
where once,
when he was young,
he only sang
about what
tomorrow
could bring,
now finally
he sings
what it
did.