Old English 800 And A Bag Of Pretzels Comments

The secret life of the poet, where those mere (and nearly perfect) moments become art, forever. You had me at the first four lines. Well done.

Liquor, music, nicotine pop, burning cigerette..the moment which you want to last forever..good one

Reminded me a days long gone, sitting on the porch drinking a Colt45, I remember the Old English 800 days before the 40s came out. Cool memory.10

Peddling ice cream in the street continue to play. Amazing idea is presented in this wisely penned poem here.10