#FFFC #Music #Poetry
It was like he’d never been away.
the audience cheered and called out his name
as he beat out a familiar rhythm with his sticks
while the musicians around him followed his tune
an old pied piper watching the jazz mice dance
in the morning the writers would pour on praise
as he poured a cup of tea to go with his toasted crumpets
The Inkwell 
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