Thursday, January 3, 2013

Benzene Dream

This was a refuge, a place of joy -the Table Talk outlet
With it's slightly damaged pies at half price or better
Crusts slightly burnt, holes off center, maybe the cherry filling
Tastes a little like the way gasoline smells, but when you wash it down,
Riding in the back of the truck, with a cold quart of chocolate milk,
It's good.
Everything is, for awhile.

1 comment:

  1. "gasoline smell" from pies/biscuits, brings backs memories from good old childhood days, so nostalgic!


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