That Place on Hubbard Street

Gentle cymbal, ting-ting-tinging,

in that place on Hubbard Street.

Gentle people, sway-sway-swaying,

in that place on Hubbard Street.

Bassman lost in rhythm's chamber,

in that place on Hubbard Street.

Nose to keys, heart in hands,

coaxing riffs, pianoman,

in that place on Hubbard Street.

They drink their drinks, 

and talk their talk,

in that place on Hubbard Street.

But do they know 

that the art they hear,

in that place on Hubbard Street.

Evaporates, lost in the air,

all but gone, save memories,

in that place on Hubbard Street.

So listen friend, to each note,

savor the wondrous treat.

For when it's gone, it won't be back,

in that place on Hubbard Street.

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February 1994

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