Junk Shop On Jersey

START Junk Shop on Jersey The junk shop on Jersey was the place to poke around I was looking into yesteryear when suddenly I found A tiny grand piano that really was a phone I just couldn’t resist it; so it followed me home The next day I went back again hoping to clear my mind Since you never know just what you’ll see or find Rummaging around like a bowerbird I came across a ball When suddenly I heard some jazz wafting down the hall I squeezed through a passage with treasures on either side To see a musician with his fingers stretched extra wide On the dilapidated keyboard of an old upright grand I saw he reached ten notes with his left hand Things were stacked around him including a bottle of wine I could see some fun was had here for those who had the time I didn’t want to disturb him so I silently crept back I forgot about my ball and found a new track Then I saw a keyboard perched high on a pile of books It seemed to be as good as new so I took a closer look This electronic synthesizer would bring me great joy I felt like a child again, with her favorite toy I was so excited – this find had made my day I didn’t even bargain and was more than keen to pay For the thing about this junkshop which stood out from the rest Was it specialized in music that had proven every test I felt as if this narrow shop had somehow scanned my brain Some tightly sealed compartments, opened up again Not only did I lose myself, I made a valuable find When I met the jazz musician who was warm, friendly and kind ‘J’ Green is a genius - although you’d never know Unless you crept up on him, to hear his one-man show Where the old and the new sat happily side by side And the sound of his music made everything come alive. END