Ode to a lost bookstore

What I miss most is of course the books, and the people, and conversations,
and drama, and beer, and more books, and returns, and coffee, and homeless Ed,
and fish on paper plates, and wine, and more books, and textbooks, and dogs,
and office hours, and learning, and poetry, and jokes, and laughs, and kids,
and cigarettes, and cigars, and whiskey and mint, and more books, and ideas,
and scholars, and plants in the window, and greeting cards, and rock stars,
and arguments, and magazines, and students, and more books, and discovery,
and authors, and community, and champagne, and receipts, and computers,

and then the Internet, and returns, and discounts, and final sales... and then the books were gone.