THE BONGO BLEND BLUES

Well, the stars was sinkin' low over the dusty plains, more info castin' long shadows across the parched sand. A lone coyote howled in the distance, a mournful sound that echoed through the empty air. Inside a ramshackle shack, old Man Joe strummed his trusty banjo, fingers calloused and worn from years of playin'. His lips was rough as gravel, but