Lonely Jazz Man.
Man of Jazz.
Man for Jazz.

The solitary piano player
Rattles off old standards
In the hotel lobby
As the busy patrons pass.

He breaks between numbers,
But hears what he expects -
No applause.
That's because
He is out of his time.
The place is wrong.

He plays for no one,
Even though he is not alone.
He plays for no one,
Not even himself.

Nimble fingers -
Blood to
Black and White.
Bled by
Green.