It was just a cylinder
Shiny bronze sides as straight as a stick.
A grip of clingy rubber that often
rode up wrapped
around the sides.

Plastic and metal,
a latch to keep it closed.
Dents littered the sides and top
from many sudden drops and rolling away
to hide under cars.

Ice put inside its belly
could last for hours,
sometimes days
and the water
that poured
from its mouth
was always shockingly,
wonderfully cold.