TONY MORRIS ARCHIVE - POEM WRITTEN IN MADEIRA
CAPTAIN GARDEN AND THE PIANIST
They stood on the bridge at midnight,
Captain Garden and the Pianist.
The Captain with his pistol
And, by half a bar, he missed.
The Pianist drew a white note
And then he drew a black.
He fired them in four time
And the Captain, he drew back.
The Captain, he looked long and hard.
He put his finger to the wind.
The Pianist, he did likewise
Only it signalled he didn’t mind.
The Captain he was furious.
He fired another shot.
The Pianist lifted up the lid,
He’d worked a Manchester spot.
The bullet holed the piano
But not the Pianist.
He just laughed and played along
While the Captain cursed and hissed.
But the Captain he was crafty,
The reason he was recruited,
Next day he wired the piano.
The Pianist was electrocuted.
©Tony Morris 2000
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