#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

Published by inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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