I realize how much of my life I wasted at nine

The notices really started in '08
I'd spit out my little rhymes
Some of them were genius (and some not so great)
Announcing a theme and the time

I was one of the few playing jazz
When I started four years ago.
Later on, I was following Az,
Who'd play anything, as you know

And so I go on, doing my little thing
Watching the crowds ebb and flow
Hoping maybe that the notice might bring
Folks to the club. But you know...?

I'd play if the crowd numbers only one.
I don't play for money or fame, but for fun.

no show

I will be at a convention, so no show tonight.

Send Texas rain at nine

Just looking at Twitter now. Hey!
Some kind of weather's trending.
Looks like folks up New York way
Have wind and rain impending.
(Meanwhile, it was 100 today
So I guess summer's ending.)

We'll try to forget about next week at nine

Be happy, and then relax some
A week of drudgery is done.
Enjoy yourself! Come out an play
A return to hateful Monday....

Because I need to think things out.

This post is going to involve fake names for real people and real names for fake places. The odd thing about Second Life is that's how everything works. Clubs are a lot like chat rooms and what brings people to spend time in one is based on several factors: the atmosphere of the club itself, what kind of music is played there, and the type of people you're likely to interact with.

We'll start that up at nine (11 Central)

A lazy DJ
Knows that a poem is lost
Settles on haiku

Oriental songs
(Or at least, songs from Asia)
Will be tonight's theme

There's a thing at nine. Always, a thing.

What is it about weekends
That's different from other days?
(I'll wager that sleeping in
Is one of many ways.)
And so, with that in mind
It's music that I plays.