Monk

All I can hear
     are thelonious keys. 

All of them standing,
     applauding when the
     four is still wet. 

Carnegie, you made monk mad
     you sent him on with no
          money. 

He had no idea what
     his fingers were worth,
     just buy eccentric hats
          and glasses. 

Comp the man but he
     still has no idea. 

That's why he calls himself 
     Monk.
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