Salt Peanuts

Crispy, Crunchy Munching Shells

Eaten whole with the Peanuts, a taste so swell

A testament to home in the summertime

Briney, chewy casing shells

Shucked away from the Southern treat

Eaten while waiting for barbecued meat

Pull-tabs and bottle caps

Crackle on the wind

A hand sifts through a bowl

of nutty, earthy goodness

Golden nuggets seemingly made for Coke

Plink along the glass, the percussion

of refreshment

On a stereo in the back blasts

the sweet, hot popped boppin'

of Dizzy and the Bird

Salt Peanuts, Salt Peanuts!

Salt Peanuts, Salt Peanuts!

This is a reflection on the versatility of peanuts, roasted, boiled and plopped in coke bottles and is a dream of summer, when all of these treats can be especially enjoyed. This is an attempt at a beat poem in free verse that focuses on consonant quality.