Some kind of wonderful at nine

A theme? What is that?
I don't have any idea
In the meantime--dance!

Many surprises at nine

I have no theme, and that's okay

After a long and tedious day

Why give that kind of hint away

For all the things I'm going to play?

Breaking news! Music at nine.

Oh internet! With each fresh scandal
You react instead of think
And light up, like a Roman candle,
And produce a horrid stink.
Maybe, you'll finally get a handle
On DC Comics and the Pink.
That stuff's such a horrid bore.
I'll play some music, then some more

We're cleaning out the garage at nine

This week was a royal pain
So I want some guitar
January's such a drain
Kiss this month au revoir!

Music at nine on four times five

There's music near where I live
And even some artists to whom I've
My well-earned money and time give
So I can go and watch them live.

Lazy haiku is lazy

this is last minute
work has changed my schedule
fell asleep on couch

Some kind of masquerade

Tonight is Twelfth Night, all's reversed
The poor act as if wealthy
Those who were blessed pretend they're cursed
And sickly men play healthy.
Sports fan now all take the field;
The pros sit up in bleachers.
Thieves listen to lies relieved
By apologetic preachers.
The master has become the slave
Servants enjoy their time
All the cowards are made brave
I'll play covers at nine.