Late Night Pianist

Rows and rows of black and white sing
Crooning tunes for all to hear.
The one lone light shines bright all night
To help the kid play on and on,
On rows and rows of black and white.
Silky swinging tunes be crooning
Through the smoky haze and out the
Backroom window traveling through to m
Fat cats and the alley cats throughout
The Upstairs downstairs left and right,
The crooning tunes still flowing like
A constant stream of  sugar water. But the
Crooning tunes still moan and moan through
Rows and rows of black and white.