BONGO BLEND BLUES

Well, the sun was sinkin' low over the dusty plains, castin' long shadows across the parched earth. A lone coyote howled in the distance, a mournful melody that echoed through the empty air. website Inside a ramshackle shack, old Man Joe strummed his trusty guitar, fingers calloused and worn from years of playin'. His voice was rough as gravel, but