Unwelcome

The store was most inviting

With its various antiques,

The kind of place for browsing

That a retro-lover seeks.

 

I stopped in on a Sunday

But I didn’t stay for long,

For the music that was blasting

Was a real religious song.

 

Now the owner makes her choices

Based on what she likes to hear

And she joined in on the chorus

In a voice both loud and clear.

 

Yet I think consideration

To the shoppers should be paid.

If the radio played country

(Not my thing), I would have stayed.

 

Had this happened close to Christmas

Maybe I’d have been prepared,

But I wasn’t, so I left and

I could tell nobody cared.