juke

Of all the juke joints in all the towns in all the South, Amy had to walk into Paul’s.

I grin as it’s echoed around the juke joint.

“Even if you think you have him,” Washington State linebacker Pat Bennett said, “he can give you a little juke and he’s gone.”

As a teenager he had worked on and off for two of his uncles, who owned a nearby juke joint, and despite his training as a teacher, he soon followed their lead.

“I got to explore all of Sofia because now I have a juke joint and I have a dinner table. I have a house. We had a white mob attacking me.”