Myth Of A Dream Omitted From A Good Humor Truck

Coldness
Icycles foam from your mouth
Sleeping heavily five months or so
Warm shudders fill your truck, now idling in the alley
Dream of happy thought
Distribution of ice cream pops
To the little kids every spring and summer
And each season you went around
The children grew up faster than you ever did
Those same children gave their children,
Money for ice cream, pockets crammed with nickels.
And
Dimes.
Little Stevie was the first customer there
He knew exactly when you chimed
Oh yes, those were the days
Of Frosty Malts, Dixie Cups and Blue & White trucks
You no longer idle in the alley
Mass marketing has made your life miserable
And the children, like the dream have melted into a puddle of
Blue
White
And
Red

Sid Yiddish (AKA Charles Bernstein)