Husky

A man's voice.
Deep and bottomless.
Full of whiskey and smoke.
Thick as the bar's fug.
Sorrowful but strong.
Rising on prairie winds.
And falling like end of day rays of sun.
On worn foreheads and tired, shaky hands.
Voice, sax, drums and piano.
Scatter in a million sounds.
Joining in one bluesy flow.
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