Cigarette Machine. It’s time is done, as it stands against the outside wall, and keeps looking deeper into the day.
It’s windows are gone, the glass is muddied and broken, the sparkling days of being a great one, who, for fifteen cents a pack, could keep their tempers in, the brands afloat, and the choices for all to see.
Looking in the mirror, the rust of vehicles past, can catch the gloom of years gone buy, in rust and feelings rolled, all in the scheme of a century gone, and times unwitting cold.
Fresh paint from fifty years ago will cover the building there, and keep the Indian and his soul, from wandering far from home .
Ralph E Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Catoosa Indian Trading Post
Catoosa Oklahoma
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