by Marshall Begel

“Miller High Life releases dive bar perfume…”
—The Independent

One whiff of Miller Beer’s perfume
Returns you to that smoky room,
Where boomers crowd around a booth,
Exchanging stories of their youth—
Of touchdowns scored and passes missed,
The high school crushes almost kissed.

Where scent of beer and cigarette
Can almost make a man forget
The ways in which the future strays
So far away from glory days.