Entry 164

Cold cross roads
Visited at midnight.
Unlit. One lamp clicks
In the blind wind. Alone.
Waiting, with suitcase, for
A familiar stranger to appear.
Footsteps approaching. …Now
An unconventional trade is struck.
Shining saxophone unsheathed.
The guest plays soothing jazz
Until dawn breaks over
Three of four streets.

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