The subject reminds me of this Lighthouse song from 1972.
Broken Guitar BluesWritten by Ralph ColeWoke up foggy-eyed in the mornin', leavin' for the road today
Grabbed my axe and headed for the airport, everything was goin' my way
Then the man at the gate said, "Hey! Whatcha doin' with that thing in your hand?"
"It's my guitar and it's goin' with me, seein' that it's my best friend"
Forty thousand feet an' I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet an' I'm dyin'
Got everything to lose
Then the stewardess walked up and smiled and said, "You'll never get that under your seat"
"It's against the federal regulations. You'll hafta put it down underneath"
I said, "I know what it's like down there. Well, it's cold and it's dark and it's cruel"
They said, "Dontcha worry 'bout it, son. It'll come out lookin' just like new"
Forty thousand feet an' I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet an' I'm dyin'
Got everything to lose
------ guitar solo ------
Forty thousand feet an' I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet an' I'm dyin'
Got everything to lose
Forty thousand feet an' I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet an' I'm dyin'
Got everything to lose
Forty thousand feet an' I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet an' I'm dyin'
Got everything to lose