Came round past Cardinal`s stadium, catching a glimpse of the stadium lights and red t-shirts, before turning down S. Broadway. Took a seat at one of the damp patio benches at Beale. The bar staff hurried to dry the chairs with recycled newspaper and cover the speakers with garbage bags. Ms. Kim was going on, sweetie. Rain or no rain.
The band warmed up. A big man with a gap between his front teeth was at keyboard and a tall skinny guy with shaggy hair and a pushed back fedora– you know this guy –played the sax. At 11pm Ms. Kim took the stage and sat sturdy in her chair while she sang the blues long past the Cardinal`s lights shut off . It was a Thursday night and people had to work in morning, but no one dared walk out on Kim. No one wanted to.