Where You Are
“Y’aren’t from around here, are ya?”
I explain that I was born in a town just miles away,
But that my parents are from Iowa.
He nods and loses interest. Good on me.
When I joined the Air Force, it was,
“Where’re you from, buddy? Alabama?”
No, I say. I’m from Tennessee.
“Hmm. You people wear shoes down there?”
I laugh. It’s a tired, tired line by now.
Later, when I got into radio, it was,
“Good voice! You’ll do well here.”
Well, not really, but the point to me
Is what you sound like is where you are.