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Junk Shop On Jersey

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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.

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