"I can't find my note"
Bemoans the confused singer
"Quit now," we all pray

An oxymoron:
"He played the accordion
With delicacy"

Gorgeous chick tells me
"You sound just like Kenny G"
Hope no one heard her

Great changes, good groove
A one-in-a-million gig
No singer.  Yippee!

Here's the girl singer
Stepping to the microphone
Pitch, Time, All gone now

I once had a dream
Big house, new car, big money
Now I play the bass

Pit orchestra gig
Days and nights become as one
I have no damned life

The strings slowly tune
When they're done the unisons
Are anything but

The woodwind doubler
Practicing the piccolo
Neighbor calls the cops