Street music

What do I listen to? It all depends in summer, with the windows open, I listen to the street

The harrumph of garage trucks   beep-beeping delivery trucks   4-wheeled rap blasting   the air brakes on the Pink line bus – murmur of background traffic – Ambulances shrieking East to Mercy, North to Hopkins  the  thup-thup-thup of PD ‘copters    Gabbers, laughers, argumenters, a dog,  a child, a fiddler once.

Hushed interludes of mid-day heat

In the evening, bottles clinking, outdoor-sitters at the MarketPlace    the ting-ding-ding of the Light Rail train   a radio.

In the silence after-hours, I hear the refrigerator sing.

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