Skip James, Crow Jane

 "Leo imagined jerking the steering wheel left and crashing through the puny street cable rail on into the water where he wouldn't sink but float, him and Allie cuddled up there in the front seat with the radio playing a sweet Skip James serenade, the river carrying them out of Massachusetts, straight through Connecticut, down into New York Harbor. They'd drift south to the big city where they'd rest and make love in some downtown bohemian motel. Leo would play blues in the streets at first and Allie could maybe tap her feet and look pretty, then they'd get their own club engagements, get married, buy a mansion on the Hudson River, have eight kids."

Bluesman, Andre Dubus III