On Lower Street

right near the station

sits door that leads to

To the bar Destination.

Down some stairs

to that basement dive

dimly lit

but buisness thrives.

There in a corner

a piano

upright,

its lid stays closed

always shut tight.

No one dare touch it

never yields a note

no hands lift the lid,

it's been like that since

who knows

at least since the pianist died,

fell across the keys

one late night,

they thought he was drunk

there he just laid

until the barman called Time,

then said out aloud

'Come Bill, best be on your way

time to get going.'

Bill never moved that morning

not until

till he was taken away

as they did

his hand fell

made one last note play

thats how the piano has stayed

to this day.

Sort of symbolic

a shrine to old Bill,

they say if you listen

you can hear that last note

he is playing it still

the last note

of his last tune

Blue Lagoon.