NaPo #23: Coke

Coke

I got too thirsty, sitting
in the car for that endless trek
across Wyoming or Arizona or Utah,
it didn’t really matter just a big,
dusty state in a big, dusty car
and I got a dime from Mom, it was hot
from a hot pocketbook in a hot car
into my hot, sweating hand. I stood
at the big cooler, my hand along
the cold, crimped caps,
it was the kind with clamps
that released when you put in
your sweaty coin and chose
which bottle to pull. Coke
or Orange Crush, the endless debate,
my fingers trailing from one
to the other, and I put
my coin in clinking
and then the rising greed,
thinking two bottles pulled
at the same time
would fool the stupid
machine into releasing both.
I got neither. There is always
someone one step ahead.

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