Morning Blues

I woke this morning

to the sound of Sonny Terry

moanin’ the blues. His harmonica

singing, “mom, moahm, moom, moom,” it

reminded me of my cat who

says, “Mom, mom, moahm,”

the same insistence, only

the cat is quieter, but

nevertheless gets me out of bed

to feed her and the dog, turn on the

back door light to see the rain coming down

in long, large drops, almost

sleet. But Sonny Terry and

Brownie McGhee already stomped

the blues out the door and I am happy.