Short Malt Poems

The Old Malt Shop

I sauntered over to the old malt shop
On my very first day of high school
I ventured to get some chips and pop
But ended up feeling just like a fool

The juke box was blasting away
With all of the hits of the day
While cigarette smoke was burning my eyes
I couldn't get in, to my total surprise

The place was packed way out to the walls
And I didn't have time to reach the stalls
So I forgot all about chips and pop
And never went back to the old malt shop