A Cold Beer Poem by Barry A. Lanier

A Cold Beer

Rating: 3.8


There's something about a cold beer,
I can't really put my finger on it!
Maybe it's because it's much better,
Before you drink it.
Yes, the thought of it going down,
On a hot August evening
When thirst, and sweat,
And the thoughts of a cold one lingered all day.
And then again, it gets better,
The moment, frozen in time. you pull the tab,
Pa-roosh! sizzle! and the vapor trail.
Beggin me to take the first gulp
One gulp, then beckoned to turn it up.
Kill it! Conquer the can! Be a Man!
Ectasy! Climax!
Then a burp!
Suddenly and unsuspectedly!
I can dance with my shadow!
Alll of the women are pretty!
Courage in a can,
What a man I am!
There's something about a cold beer,
I can't really put my finger on!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Frank Avon 22 September 2014

This is one of your better ones. I hear an authentic voice in this one. (A Lanier from Georgia. Could it be?)

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