are unkind to Zimmy.
he turns his back
to the audience,
he doesn't greet
them,
or introduce the band, he's
in the shadows,
dressed darkly,
hands on the keyboard of a
piano.
you can't see his face,
you don't recognize
his music,
or the words coming out
of his mouth.no one sings
along.
it's a garbled mess,
but the band
plays on.
it's another sold out crowd.
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