Two Trains Runnin' Weird
I happened to find myself in a local blues festival late last night. It wasn't red-eyed three am late, just a pleasantly liquid 12:30 am, which was plenty late for the dwindling patrons on this muggy July night. This was also a two-beer 12:30 am and not the kind of 12:30 am that comes after six beer
T. A. Wardrope