Beer sign askew
It glows red-orange neon
At night at the crossroads
On Rural Route 242
The dusty roads kick up a thirst Harold is happy to assuage
His hard crust cracks a smile
Makes you feel at home
Beer flows freely on summer days
95 degrees in the shade
The bottles sweat and men melt
In their tees and jeans
There stands Harold
Buttoned collar-long sleeves
Pressed polyester pants
Cool as the cucumbers
They peddle at roadside stands
The sign sways and moans with age
Spits and crackles gas
Discharges the moths
They butt heads against time
That stops at the crossroads
... Looks like young George Carroll to me, Linda! Reckon he's brewing essence of heaven in those bottles and dispensing it liberally while pointing us all in the right direction! :) Yep, one taste of heaven and our earthly bodies are totally whoopsadaisy! I joke, but this is one heck of a nugget to play around with and agree with Nordette... you could be onto a tale and a half here. Very cool and neat write! TY Kate xx
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God bless,
Sandie.
Be a shame if it points to a cliff.
Frank
Love Tinka
And there's always a crossroad where
we choose and on a hot day what can
be better than a cold beer. ;)
and gave me the feeling of being on one of those small towns
Live story in warm rhythm, imagery and contents
make this composition a poetic flower.
Healthy Blissful Day, Poet!
10:40 GMT
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
True, true, so true.
Cheers