Halls Red & White Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

Halls Red & White



I drove slow through this country town
Looked at businesses time's closed down
I flipped through my memory of when it was alive
I remembered how Halls Red & White looked in '95
That store now looks old and tainted
But I still see it with the windows painted
Baskets of watermelons lined up at the door
Sacks of fish feed stacked on the floor
Benches full of old men wearing their straw hats
Reading their Wednesday papers, smoking cigarettes
Kids riding bikes around the parking lot
Running to get popcicles when it was summer hot
Skipping across the tile, not stepping on a line
Running my fingers down that old coke sign
Hearing my friends come in with their bare feet
Watching Charlie in the back butchering meat
Seeing Mr. Dwight as I peeked around an aisle
Hugging the little man with his ever glowing smile
And before we'd take our groceries to the car
He'd let me have any candy bar
It's sad, how people drive by and don't remember
That tiny man in his old suspenders
I know in heaven there's a store just off the street
And I'll hear a, 'Hey suga, come get a treat.'
Because if heaven's any delight
I'll see a sign that says Hall's Red & White

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