Gone

Ben Markley, Ben Markley,
A new gig has hashed,
Against a brick wall,
Our plans have been dashed.
Gone is the merriment,
Excitement faded,
Of the fans of your piano,
For the one who still played it.
Hopes arose,
For too many years,
This was a chance,
To catch up with beers.
Gone too, the dream,
For a Sno ball so cold,
Lest not forget,
A Jalisco fish bowl.
Missed was the promise,
For a Pheasant Run 'cake,
A trip out to Hays,
That now we can't make.
Alas we can say,
Another time again,
To say hello piano man,
And I still love you Ben.