Yeah, you city boy, the seats bounce worse
than worn shocks, and okay, the rug has been boot-painted
with mud. And sure, when the person behind you whispers,
you can't tell if that was part of the movie
or not. AND yes, while we watch Robert Downy Jr. dive
from an open, forty foot high window, we shiver in our winter coats
as if we were the ones who landed in the cold oceanic water.

But where, stranger, are you gonna purchase a ticket
for $3.50 a seat? And where, outsider, are you gonna be greeted
by a clerk who knows where you work? AND where,
foreigner, are you going to sit next to the same family
who attends the Methodist church with you every week?

Not there,

only here.