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.