Matt Mondschein

Rookie - 110 Points (3/16/60 / Macungie, PA.)

Melted Ice - Poem by Matt Mondschein

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

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

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 12, 2012

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