Jamal was one of the finest blues men in London. While busking near the market, his guitar case always overflowed with cash appreciation. His music was powerful, literally sweeping away his audience’s bad feelings. People walked away from Jamal feeling clean and happy. He sang:
Well I’m a blues broom for you
I’ll sweep away that bad doo-doo.
But there was a cost for absorbing all those blues. Now everyone’s troubles had become Jamal’s troubles. The blues weighed heavily on him. After a few hours he traveled to the park. A crowd of other street performers had collected to listen to Anita’s music. She sang:
So when your face is sad and wan
Just drop your blues inside my trash can
Soon Jamal felt fresh and clean. Still, he wondered how Anita recovered. Then as he turned a corner he found his answer. A musician played before the house of a prominent and self-aggrandizing politician. Raul sang:
Just take your blues into the blues dump
I’ll give ’em all to this pompous chump!
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/03/20/fffaw-challenge-week-of-march-21-2017/
A “Busker” is a street performer: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_performance
This story was inspired by “Steamroller Blues” by James Taylor.