He came in His long black raincoat soaking chilled right through
his white peruke and quilted tailcoat on the chair he threw
Then he squished his cigarette He reached out for the keys!
“Allow me to present myself: I’m Bach! Now if you please
I’m out of cash again so for a coffee and a Stock
I’ll be your accompanist The twist! Or let’s just rock!”
He didn’t wait for any nods He stomped out four away –
and then began in baseline keys this chorus line to play:
A chorus about life and fame and full of yearning hunger too
how he played to make the king feel fine after his dinner do
how it’s hard to quickly write the bishop a fine mass
when there’s bailiffs at the door and roaches make things crass
How it’s good to stroll the city after tavern closing time
how your head just starts to sing and not by chance it sounds sublime
how you can outlive the empires, emperors and kings
even when the rent’s unpaid and when your stomach wrings!
Having played and drunk he waved Said: “Time to go. I will
be back among the classics come the dawn Just pay my bill
When they fawn in awe at dusty beauty have a lark
say that for a coffee you got sessioned by old Bach!”
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