The Piano Man


Playing a jazz solo at the grand piano behind the ferns,
He sang a sorrowful melody of his worldly concerns.
As a lantern lights the beech, or a shoe shiner cleans boots,
This player could never be in cahoots with the men in suits.
His tune took away care as laughter lightened the air,
Filling the jars with dollars and making thoughts clear.

(This is a poem that is suppose to use five of eight listed words. I included all of them—in boldface—in this short verse)

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