Malt Shop
MALT SHOP
I’d been in the place -
The usual booths lots of them
And a soda fountain –
But not right after school
Not that I’m such a flaming intellectual
But the bookish didn’t hang out there
And then
Some of us had jobs
No It was the personality boys and girls
For whom school was a prelude to the malt shop
Here you could be seen and heard
Heard over the noise you were part of
The nerd need not show up at the malt shop
The booths were both confessional and
possessional
With room for four two boys two girls
Nerdy had no girl no room for him
I suppose every school has a no touch clan
Four or five royalty who really know how to
play
They will not inhabit the malt shop
It’s too common for them
So where did I fit in?
I didn’t
Didn’t go to dances
Didn’t know how to smile just right
Did I want to go to the malt shop
Smile laugh
Flirt with the girls?
Of course I did!
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2015
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