Green Note

Such a sweet melody you produce,
how can I help but give chase?
There you are floating along like the wind,
circling around,
passing from one person to the next.
You're a restless little creature.
Please, allow me to play with you,
hold you firmly in my fingers,
rub you against my face,
gather all of your cousins and dive into you,
place you securely in my pocket.
Come hither.
What's your name anyway?
George?
Why, you're just a little fellow.
I can teach you how to become a Benjamin.
Just follow me to this casino down the street.
Allow us to make sweet sounds in the hotel room
and drag it down to the main lobby.
To the slots, we go to train.
The big tables are not for you.
Now disassemble yourself into a clinky sound
and fall down the hole.
Don't you fail me as I pull the lever.
If you do then you'll never be a Benjamin, George.
What's this?
Cherry, Lemon, Jackpot?
Oh, green note, you've played me for a fool.
The sheet music you originated from
must have been a cruel song.
An enviable rhythm that I'll dance to no more.

Word.