Do you want to come to the Beer Store?
My five-year-old self jumped in near the wheel;
(knew I’d get a Slim Jim out of the deal . . .)
Quest for Carling Black Label: flat of twenty-four.
Mt. Auburn and Belmont fork: short trip.
The hiss pull-top can sound homeward-bound;
Offered: the cold can coming round
the shady lane corner. You want a sip ?
Beer cans have a different sort of tab nowadays;
More push-in than peel-off. What I will never do:
Hand a cold can to an underage son. True,
he was just being nice. Nineteen-sixties ways . . .
Google Earth shows me where the store used to be:
“Father and Son Floorcraft”, which seems funny to me.