drug store medicine

above the gravel
of the roof of walgreens
the engines of an airplane
compress the air
with a forward wake of sound
and an old man inhales
the last pull
on his cigarette. exhale
lungs and jet engines
trails to the night sky
strong medicine
minnesota winter makes me catch my breath
like a beautiful woman that just left
automatic door
winter salt and winter dirt
winter air come under your shirt
the things that will never make you weep
the endcap, manager re-facing
all the products out
when i get older
i'll come here more often
i will want the tv cures
i will want
your creams
i know that i will have got it down by then
the pains that can be relieved

it will probably be a drug store
in arizona
it'll be hot as hell outside.