(Based on “Traffic Light” by Shel Silverstein – adapted by Kevin Oakley)
The traffic units did not come
So the sales rep stopped to wait
As competitors rolled and the wind blew cold
And the hour grew dark and late.
Signage, meetings, EMAIL!!
Specs and model homes,
(but no phones)
Prospects’ drive on by!
Won’t that traffic come?
But the days turned weeks, and the weeks turned months
And there in the model he sits
Twiddlin’ his thumbs till the traffic comes
His managers losing their wits
And if you walk by that model now,
You may think it’s rather strange
To see him there with a hopefully gaze
With the very same smile on his very same face
As he patiently wonders if he’ll be replaced
And waits for the traffic to come.