Best Liquor Store Poems

I went into the state liquor store last night on the more serious side of town. It was hopping and everyone was rushing from their cars to the front door as the frigid temperatures tried to bring them to their knees. Oh no! There was...

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It was kind of late,
the town had gone to sleep
while some had woke up real early.

Nothing bustled, nothing moved quickly,
the moon had faded into a dark graveyard.
Micky's was open,
blue and yellow neon
fizzed static in the dewy dark.

She was not young
but she looked good in cowboy...

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