A Soliloquy – Dan’s Last Harmonica Tune of the Evening
All right. That's enough. My lips are shot. Fingers are cold. Back's complaining. Even the squirrels have gone home. Just me, this bench, and you fellows. Six crows. Seven? No, six. You've been following me all afternoon. I played by the fountain. You sat on the fence. I moved under the oak. You moved to the oak. I played "Key to the Highway." Nothing. Tough crowd. One of you turned your back on me. Then I tried some blues. That got your attention. Three of you hopped […]https://essaysbydan.org/2026/08/13/a-soliloquy-dans-last-harmonica-tune-of-the-evening/
