The blues inside me

The day I return home from Mississippi I ask the magic eight ball, "should I keep my mother's transistor radio?" 

The delta's still whispering in my ear, a parade route full of superstition, small towns and good times, a place that builds its own museum everyday.

"Mama," I say, "the thing's antique and needs batteries, but when I put it to my ear I can still hear you singing."

 Abandoned drive-in hamburger stand, Winona, Mississippi, June 12, 2017.

Abandoned drive-in hamburger stand, Winona, Mississippi, June 12, 2017.