50-Cent Cola

I need a paint store
next to the bait & tackle,

a 5 & dime to lean against
with my 50-cent cola

that’s so cold from the
machine the bottle hurts

my hands in any season,
I need to find you so

you can find me – anywhere
it’s slow in bare feet, where

any book – any page is safe
and about us, where the

cashier gives us a penny
so we don’t get 99 cents

change, I need a diner
booth, a bowling alley &

peanut butter – ready to
go – no stirring, no fridge.