I Must be in So-Cal

I must be in So-Cal

Sunny and warm not a dull gray,
Pleasant memory, what I like about So-Cal.

Donned a T-shirt not some old sweater.
Funny, here, there’s really no weather.
I must be in SoCal!

Out the front door, sky is hazy light blue,
As the real sky fights to push through.
I must be in SoCal!

I greet passers by with a nod and a smile.
In return what I get, is just a cold scowl.
I must be in SoCal!

“Hey! Good Morning!” to the gal at Starbucks.
All she does is grab for my bucks.
I must be in SoCal!

There is one cushy seat next to a gent.
On my greeting I'm sent, not even a word,
just a low grumble and murmuring scowl.

I must be in SoCal!