All the “master of indoor sports had to do was pay his share of the Electric bill. That’s all he had to do.
But he had a Grateful Dead concert to see. The bill had to wait.
What a catastrophe for him, then, when he came home to find his tickets missing, and a note in their place, saying, “pay your bill, get your tickets.”
All he had to do was pay.
How surprising, then, to find my guitar missing, and a note in it’s place, saying, “give me the tickets, get your guitar.”
Oh, master of indoor sports! Did you truly believe you could get away with it? Perhaps you would have…
…If you hadn’t hidden my guitar so close to your room–exactly where I figured you would.
Not so surprising, then, for him to receive another note, “Got my guitar back. Pay your bill, get your tickets.”
Not so surprising to see the money for the bill afterward.
“Come here, Uncle John’s band”
sings out in some venue
one fan listening,
lighter in the pocket
than he’d intended to be
For Real Toads’ Fireblossom Friday: That’s the Ticket
Frank J. Tassone 
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