JAZZ & BLUES
He didn’t come to talk. He came to sit. In a corner booth of a half-lit bar, with a glass of something strong and a silence even stronger. The blues was playing—low, slow, and honest. A guitar whispering the things he didn’t have words for. No one asked why his eyes looked tired. No one needed to. Some men don’t cry. They just listen... to the blues. 🥃 New playlist out now — 3 hours of slow, smoky whiskey blues. If you’ve ever sat in that seat — drop a 🪑 or 🥃 in the comments.
1 month ago | [YT] | 74
JAZZ & BLUES
He didn’t come to talk.
He came to sit.
In a corner booth of a half-lit bar, with a glass of something strong and a silence even stronger.
The blues was playing—low, slow, and honest.
A guitar whispering the things he didn’t have words for.
No one asked why his eyes looked tired.
No one needed to.
Some men don’t cry.
They just listen...
to the blues.
🥃 New playlist out now — 3 hours of slow, smoky whiskey blues.
If you’ve ever sat in that seat — drop a 🪑 or 🥃 in the comments.
1 month ago | [YT] | 74