"in this hard world, there ain't no time to be soft, baby."
"i can dig on that, my man, but don't try sellin' me none of your jive ass shit. i got my own blues to play."
and with a shake of his mojo bag and a nod of his tired old head, he was gone. off to find another adventure. something maybe more colorful than the last. to maybe see if he can inject some soul into this hard world. his world...where the children point and laugh at the old man with the panama hat and the knotted brown fingers clutching that old thick stick he uses as a cane. and they see the rusty old harmonica poking out of his torn pocket. "he can't play none", they tell each other loud enough so he can hear it. he just smiles and keeps walking.
walking to find that last stop. one last chance to find it....maybe.
"i can dig on that, my man, but don't try sellin' me none of your jive ass shit. i got my own blues to play."
and with a shake of his mojo bag and a nod of his tired old head, he was gone. off to find another adventure. something maybe more colorful than the last. to maybe see if he can inject some soul into this hard world. his world...where the children point and laugh at the old man with the panama hat and the knotted brown fingers clutching that old thick stick he uses as a cane. and they see the rusty old harmonica poking out of his torn pocket. "he can't play none", they tell each other loud enough so he can hear it. he just smiles and keeps walking.
walking to find that last stop. one last chance to find it....maybe.
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