Queen of the Blues

Last night a tall thin wrinkly hunched old lady was at the blues jam. I had never seen her before but others acted like they knew her. She was drinking a martini, smoking, yacking, laughing, having a grand old time. When she got up she walked slowly, with a cane. She came over to us while we were on stage and gave Bill a silver dress pin of a piano. When she walked away I said to Bill she's right out of Grimm's Fairy Tales! We examined the silver pin closely and it was ugly, a totally distorted rendering of a grand piano. I told him it's magic, you better wear it!