Down in Florida in
Biscayne Bay is piano
on a sand bar that is
not is distress or dismay.
Everyone is wondering
how it got this way, but
no one has asked where
The Bar Poet is today!
Piano Man is on to new plan,
while piano looks out to sea.
Up close it appears to be making
one last plea. Did it try to cross
sea in attempt to flee or just wants
to be. Or tired of two hands that
just can not agree?
I'm not the piano man, yes I am
The Bar Poet! There is a flow
I go with that will carry me from
the bar, but I am no shooting star
and don't plan to go too far and
that is what I am doing here!
Live with terrorist fear but never
cry in my beer and still go to
The Bell Tower for Tapestry and
side of steer!
Times are not a'changing, it is
the future becoming now!!!!
Barry McChangky 
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