For twenty weary travellers,
The one thing common to schedules
Is the SXSW registration stand.
I had three dollars,
Lucky for me
Tumblr were paying for the drinks.
A 3D printer whirred in the Austin sun.
It was worth the wait for my keyring.
A man and a woman
A man and a woman and Elon Musk
I do not know how to decide,
The immediate satisfaction
Or commit to the flawless.
A food truck burrito,
Or a wait in the Taco Shack line.
Morning fills the convention hall
With glass screens smudged.
The SXSW app groans
Under requests, minute by minute.
Are overcome with deep urges
To download Dexter.
Oh, SXSW Music peeps
Things have changed now in Austin.
Can’t you see the geeks
up on stage
Making the girls weak while they tweet?
I hear many strange tongues
And opinions and charms;
But I know, too,
That not even my Aussie accent
Will get me to the front of this line.
Lectures on Serendipity are followed by,
With the determination of a startup
The salesman dodges interjections,
To deliver his pitch to script
And distribute his cards like a dealer.
He again traversed 6th
In a Pedi-cab.
At once, he had pangs of jealousy
As a tricycle passed,
with a Game of Thrones carriage.
#daftpunksxsw is trending.
Geeks and musos must be rejoicing.
It was 4am in the morning.
His cab was late
And getting later.
The early start clouds a morning of SXSW reflection
But there’s 14 hours in Economy ahead.