Day Four: The Blues

This prompt was interesting. Definitely made me work as it is now 11:37PM and just now have something to show for it.
I really love the song "Wild is the Wind" as sung by Nina Simone. It's not in the suggested blues style but it is certainly a lyrical blues song. So here goes...

Wild is the Wind

Clouds
sifted through pallid plastic window blinds
and bleached white
                trace along sunlight’s shy hem
                retreating and reappearing
                like the pale lace trim
                on the cool side a satin half-slip.

Bodies
lying next to each other
like blotched brown bottles
filled with forgotten flowers,
                abandoned keepsakes, skeleton keys,
                sticky blue bingo chips;
                tethered to two-day-old balloons,
                don’t sleep, above the low thread count cotton sheets.

He
rests on his side and watches the shadows
of the clouds loiter in a negligent three quarter time
waltz that has no turns,
                watches the fast moving reflections
                from cars driving across the street
                like polished skipping stones
                skimming across black waters.

She
closes her eyes and listens across the street
to the white clothes lined and hanging
on a wire, whipping and wavering
                listens across a park
                to the wind imploring and wooing
                a bloodshot paper kite
                tied to the pale skin wrist of a dusty-eyed boy.