Such shiny rings

I heard the music from somewhere up the street.  At first, I thought perhaps the coffee shop had propped its door open and cranked up the music system.  But it was hot out and the shop had just recently gotten its AC repaired.  It still had signs, posted in the windows, announcing the newfound cool.  Leaving the door open would defeat this benefit.  Plus, the music had a decidedly Country twang.  The coffee shop stayed mostly in the Alternative vein.  Yet, the sound was definitely coming from that direction.

As I neared the coffee shop, I discovered the source of the music.  A fellow had parked his car directly in front of the shop, rolled down all the windows, and was blasting his tunes for all to share.  To me, this seemed like more than just someone enjoying a hot summer day.  It felt like a cry to be noticed.  The choice of parking spots placed him next to the highest concentration of outdoor tables.  There were plenty of people milling about, sipping drinks.  I watched mister music as I approached.  Even though he was making quite a production of getting in and out of his car - front seat to back seat, no one else seemed to be giving him much attention.  I imagined that this was probably frustrating for him.  I quickly averted my eyes before he noticed that I was watching him.

I don't know why some people need to be noticed.  I tend to prefer blending in when I'm out.  I also don't know why I looked away and denied this poor fellow the attention he apparently craved.  Or maybe I'm all wrong about him.  Maybe this was the only open parking spot he could find.  Maybe he has a hearing problem and doesn't even realize how loud is radio is blaring.  Maybe he took off his shirt because it's really hot today.  Maybe the nipple rings are...um, I can't explain the nipple rings.