A Nuisance

Into my car I shall hop and whizz up the M6 to Southport, the Cafe Matisse, for tomorrow night's gig.
I am on at about ten to ten, I think, and then back dahn sarf again.
I'm looking forward to playing!
and then
and then
and then
only one more gig before no gigs!
It's because I am a bit lazy and sit under the gig tree with my apron spread out, waiting for a ripe gig to plop down from the branches into my lap.
I must become proactive, leaving hassling messages on everybody's Myspaces, demanding support gigs and telling them how wonderful my music is.
I must turn up at gigs at soundcheck time with my guitar and a yearning face.
I must pretend to be another, more famous artist, and trick promoters into booking me.
I must, if need be, busk.
I must be a nuisance!