I remember the bright
melody of its chimes
as kids hollered,
"Hey Mom, got some nickles or dimes
and that white knight on wheels,
decal plastered, drove slowly
bringing sweet icy treats
thirsty children found holy
In lopsided runs
with coins clenched in their hands
they came gazing at the pictures
and yelled their demands
"Gimmee fudgesicles or an orange pushup!"
they'd scream
as their cash went clink-clank
in his coin change machine
then he'd turn to that door
with the big metal latch
Icy mist from it poured
as he opened the hatch
and thier eyes grew as sharp
as a prowling young fox is
when he reached deep inside
and he rustled those boxes
then he'd pull out a
brightly wrapped treat-on-a-stick
that was grabbed
and was gone
like the kid
Oh, so quick
to the shade of a tree
where they'd soon meditate
on the sugary taste of
that ice cream they'd ate
then the white truck into
summer's heat lumbered on
leaving pleasurable chills
in the places it'd gone.
