Ode To Keelers Corner

Est 1938 Purchasing candy cigarettes from you Mischief in your tiny parking lot Doing wheelies around you on my General Lee BMX bike Renting ancient overpriced films Buying superman ice cream even if it tastes like chalk Journeying to you in a battered golf cart Friends strapped to the rear snickers ice cream whispering our names A piece of me died when you did Your fate was not righteous You were vibrant in your prime turned to ashes and barren 2-by-4s soot engulfing blown-out windows like mascara after a tragedy Don’t weep dear corner store I know its unbearable knowing your life ended hastily to an abandoned vanilla bean candle