BAKER STREET BLUES by John McDonnell

What shall now engage his mind?
Evening comes too soon.
"Draw your chair up, friend most kind ...
"Watch the papers strewn ...
"And hand again
"My violin.
"Ah yes, it's still in tune."

Languor hangs in lengthened eves
Down through Baker Street.
Strings vibrate till boredom leaves.
Music is a treat.
The fogs that roll
Will seem quite droll
When plaintive songs sound sweet.