Piano
Ferns
Lantern
Beech
Boots
Laughter
Jars
Clear
He carried the lantern down the well worn path,
The clear night would bring out most of the saturday night crew.
He could feel the ivories under his fingers as the piano yielded to his will…
Beech Fork would be hopping tonight.
The sound of laughter met him as he neared the door.
His eyes twinkled as he thought of the music he would make
and the music he would hear as money filled the jar that would sit beside him.