Saturday new and shiny.
Hope smells like bacon frying I'm trying to get a dollar.
Maybe two see you at the Five and Dime store.
Air conditioned oasis over avenue humidity.
My personal mini Christmas.
Hot wheels, faster than packages
Silver surfers and Sub Mariners hide behind see through counters.
Green army men in ancient poses growl with permanent war faces
Open fire on Barbies pink drop top.
Aisles full of penny dreams. Shelves neatly rearranged.
Just out of a seven year olds reach.