One of these things doesn't belong here...

So check it....
I recently sat for 2200 miles in the drivers seat of some Nissan SUV, going from Houston to Boston. Along the way, I stopped and visited some recently made friends, and graciously some lent their time on camera, to get their advice for indie artists trying to make their way in an industry that changes with the wind.

I had a great time, because the people were great.  Everyone had a friendly smile, and geniune helpfullness and kindness.  It was really cool.  Even in my short period on the ground, I've seen street level attitudes take a near 180.....in kindness, tolerance, empathy, education.   It's nutbar cool, dare I say.
Of course, it doesn't always play out so nicely.

So to the one man who did not greet me kindly.  To you, a poem sir.   ITth beginneth thus'th:

So driving up from South to North
I found my way to 'See
I little North of Franklin
amidst the Nashville trees
His wife had said they had a plan
And visiting must wait
And "thanks" I said, then put to bed
the plans I thought I'd make
But once in town I thought unfrowning
"what about those keys
he said he broke decades ago
and I could help, maybe?"
I've got a knack to fix such things
in ways I cannot say
not because I'm holding out
I just don't know, ok?
But that's it's true
I have no doubt
as plain as sunny day.
my wife has seen
the mysetery that
cures my things that break
So I did knock straight from the road
Straight to his door I went
I knew his time was spoken for
and every hour spent
I would not have dared to stay
beyond the time we had
to greet his keyboard, say hello
then my goal would be had.
But here is where I must admit
my motivation not
just to give a lad a hand
on 80s tech now hot.
It wasn't just to give a try
to fix some gear he owns.
I hoped I'd get a handshake, smile,
and maybe a "hello".
...

I left real quick, and O for 3, on that count above.
That he liked not dropper's-in
his face made clear enough.
He was in that group of folks
unhumored by surprize
Those specs now made him hostile seem
He glared with angry eyes.
So that was that, and this is this
recounting my retreat
And though I glee, so hasility I bolted from his street!
Man oh man, you should've seen the needle on the dial!
My face, hands and speedometer were red at the same time!
I'm only being funny, I exagerate a bit
irrited, vexed, perplexed, but not irate, was it.
The feelings that I left with more disappointment than revenge
contemplations whether one should real-world press "unfriend".
When these questions do encrouch upon my blistered head
I think of what would I have done in his place.....instead?
That makes it so much easier to figure out for me.
I'm sorry dude, your act is lewd.  I'm outta here.
See yee!      : )

With love and conundrum........ Orbilinski Bangchuck