Jaxon’s Juke

12 Aug

It was sumthin’ givin’ de night. I usually walked in about 7 o’clock and put my guitar down in the back corner. Weren’t no stage. Weren’t no amplification or mikes. Was noise tho’, plenty of dat. The alchohol had come from across de river was stored usually next to the shotgun next to de owner. I got a few of them drinks in me and then I gets to thinkin’ about my job. I had to play the crowd. 

I had to make these people jump n’ howl…

The owner was a white man named Jaxon. He had one eye. One good eye anyways. Amazin’ how that one eye could round up a room. He could be the meanest son of a bitch when he needed. Or the kindest white folk you ever seen in the state of Mississippi. Ol’ Jaxon was all business first tho’…

“I ain’t runnin no charity. Sure nuff I wants you all to to have fun but you got’s to hold up your end or mine’s gonna fall on you. Hard.”


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