[Int. Night. A blues club with an empty stage and a lone stool in front of the microphone.]
ANNOUNCER: Please welcome to the stage, One Eyed, Homeless Jones!
[A blues singer appears, looking suitably shabby. The audience applauds politely as he sits and assumes a guitar playing position, despite clearly not having a guitar with him.]
JONES:
[Making noiseless strumming gestures, begins to sing]
My baby done left me, she took my guitar!
[He plays invisible, silent guitar where there should clearly be a musical line]
My baby done left me; she took my guitar!
[Plays another silent line. Audience seems confused.]
I don't know where she gone to; but I know she traveled far!
[JONES plays another extended guitar line, silently, sans guitar.]
JONES: cont'd
That woman left me, took my harmonica too!
[He makes a blowing noise where one imagines a harmonica would be, but isn't.]
That woman done left me, Lord, took my harmonica too!
[Continues playing no instruments. Audience shifts uncomfortably.]
She took my guitar and harmonica; left me sad and blue!
[Continues his noiseless blowing and miming]
JONES: cont'd
My baby's gone, left her accordion behind!
[Another silent fill]
Yeah, my baby's gone; left her accordion behind!
[Stops "strumming"]
But I still wouldn't play it. I got SOME fucking dignity, dammit.
[Audience erupts in applause, JONES leaves the stage.]
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