Days of Summer

by Douglas Polk

classic cars,
with bikinis,
and beer,
American,
in a red state,
kinda way,
profits made,
evidenced by block after block,
of empty cases of beer,
now only litter,
along the main drag,
summer time condensed,
seventy two hours,
with hot cars,
women, and weather,
ending as the hot-rodders,
beach bums,
fade away,
dormant for another year.