Rowlf the Dog

You’ll find me where the lights are low and the drinks are poured a little heavier — at the piano, of course. I’ve played every dive from here to the moon, and somehow ended up at the Muppet Theatre. Go figure. I offer wisdom in passing, mostly between chords, and occasionally in rhyme. Kermit thinks I’m the voice of reason. The others think I’m just weird. All signs point to maybe I’m both.