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a poem by Melanie Browne (3 of 3)
Beer Barn
the drive thru
beer barn in the
industrial side of town
sells Natural light
for 7 or 8 bucks
a 12 pack
he likes to drive
thru a couple
of times a week
flirting with the
cashier, he tucks
his wedding ring
in the coin tray
she bats her hazel
eyes and he pats her
butt when she brings
the brown paper bag
to his car door
already aroused,
he lifts a few fingers
to wave goodbye
the long ride
home already
a little less tedious
beer barn in the
industrial side of town
sells Natural light
for 7 or 8 bucks
a 12 pack
thru a couple
of times a week
cashier, he tucks
his wedding ring
in the coin tray
eyes and he pats her
butt when she brings
the brown paper bag
to his car door
he lifts a few fingers
to wave goodbye
home already
a little less tedious