Armed with a guitar, a sign and a smile wider than the Platte River, Smoky's been in the game long enough to claim a coveted corner as his own. Camped out at the busy intersection of Speer Boulevard and West Colfax Avenue, he treats drivers to daily shows, singing, ripping jokes and telling it like it is. No rat-race-humpin' day job is going to cut it for this bluesman of the boulevard, so he needs some money -- bad. But unlike many of his panhandling peers, whose art is often limited to carefully crafted cardboard signs, Smoky's giving something to the people in exchange for a little coin. Isn't that what the free market's all about? C'mon, brother, you can spare a dime.
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