This poem was written well before the smoking ban in pubs and bars etc!
I play for no one in particular
but I still play on and on.
Once I filled a massive theatre
but those halcyon days are gone.
In those days of glory
all the classics were my pride.
But I lost the gift I treasured
when you were taken from my side.
Without you here beside me
this great gift has all but faded.
Now I play in smoke-filled bars
and my thoughts are always jaded.
Now this hazy bar is empty
but still I choose to stay.
Whilst the phantoms of an audience
come out to here me play.
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