Melted Ice
freezer busted
on a hot August morn'
the veteran plumber
without a syllable spoken
skipped out the rear door
with his war torn knees
destination, the ice machine
a mere few blocks away
interrupted by the neon sign, which read
BAR
A few Pabst Blue Ribbons
flowed down his tube
with his last two quarters
he saved for ice
dropped them in the machine
we had ice
poem by Matt Mondschein
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