Thirty-Year Man
Nobody here yet
From the spotlight that will ring her not a glimmer
Not a finger on its squeaky dimmer
I play piano in a jazz quartet
That works here late with a young girl singer
And along from the darkened and empty tables
By the covered-up drums and the microphone cables
At the end of the room the piano glistens
Like the rail at the end of the nave
Thirty years in the racket
A brindled crew cut and a silk-lined jacket
And it isn’t my hands that fill this place
It’s a kid’s voice still reaching into space
It’s her they’re driving down to hear
And it’s my bent-over back she’s standing near
Nobody talks yet
From the glasses that will touch soon not a tinkle
I play piano in a jazz quartet
That backs a winner while the big notes crinkle
And along from the darkened and empty tables
By the covered-up drums and the microphone cables
At the end of the room the piano glistens
Like the rail at the end of the nave
And I play a few things while no one listens
Thirty years in the racket
A brindled crew cut and a silk-lined jacket
And it isn’t my name that brings them in
It’s a little girl just starting to begin
It’s her they’re piling in to see
And I’d kill that kid if she wasn’t killing me
Nobody moves yet
From the tables near the bandstand not a rustle
Not a loudmouth even moves a muscle
I play piano in a jazz quartet
That backs a giver while the takes hustle
And along from the darkened and empty tables
By the covered-up drums and the microphone cables
At the end of the room the piano glistens
Like bones at the end of a cave
And I play a few things while no one listens
For an hour alone spells freedom to the slave
From the spotlight that will ring her not a glimmer
Not a finger on its squeaky dimmer
I play piano in a jazz quartet
That works here late with a young girl singer
And along from the darkened and empty tables
By the covered-up drums and the microphone cables
At the end of the room the piano glistens
Like the rail at the end of the nave
Thirty years in the racket
A brindled crew cut and a silk-lined jacket
And it isn’t my hands that fill this place
It’s a kid’s voice still reaching into space
It’s her they’re driving down to hear
And it’s my bent-over back she’s standing near
Nobody talks yet
From the glasses that will touch soon not a tinkle
I play piano in a jazz quartet
That backs a winner while the big notes crinkle
And along from the darkened and empty tables
By the covered-up drums and the microphone cables
At the end of the room the piano glistens
Like the rail at the end of the nave
And I play a few things while no one listens
Thirty years in the racket
A brindled crew cut and a silk-lined jacket
And it isn’t my name that brings them in
It’s a little girl just starting to begin
It’s her they’re piling in to see
And I’d kill that kid if she wasn’t killing me
Nobody moves yet
From the tables near the bandstand not a rustle
Not a loudmouth even moves a muscle
I play piano in a jazz quartet
That backs a giver while the takes hustle
And along from the darkened and empty tables
By the covered-up drums and the microphone cables
At the end of the room the piano glistens
Like bones at the end of a cave
And I play a few things while no one listens
For an hour alone spells freedom to the slave