Blues but no bum

The sad part of this story was that we did not get hustled.  Our agents where visiting the Mississippi Delta and one of their favorite bars where they like to drink too much, play terrible pool and dance until the alcohol drips from their pours.  Once the bouncer made this comment our agents looked at each other and headed back out the door to try and find this blues bar bum.  The night was cold, the street was short and it contained only three businesses. All of which where bars.  We figured he had to be around somewhere.  If not hustling patrons to the other bars then urinating behind one of the buildings or diving into their dumpster to suckle the dregs of warm beer from discarded beer bottles.

Nothing makes you bluer than missing the chance to observe a street person plying their trade on a cold night outside a series of bars.  You know that when you had that street person a few dollars he is calculating if he can get inside one of the bars and buy a drink.  The chance to watch a street person unleashed in a crowded drunken bar seems like it could only add a little bit of excitement to our lives.  You know it is going to end up with him urinating in one of the pockets of the pool table, swiping half consumed beers, and eventually being tossed out with the phrase “Get out of here rummy, Go sleep it off."

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