Sing Me the Blues

On a Thursday night, misty drizzle bejeweled the peeling paint of a tired sign that hung above a pair of dark wood doors with diamond windows. “The Double Six” it read in jaunty letters alongside a pair of red dice sporting six flaky white pips. The gutters hung low, raindrops slowly dripped off mismatched siding, and muffled guitar music hummed from inside. Blues riffs muttered in time to the shuffling of old ice on the river, troubling the moist air of quarter to midnight.