Mr. Ice Cream Man...
On many hot summer days I have heard your sweet siren from my cool backyard
I run from the cool emerald grasses in the haven behind my home
I rummage through the box or quarters and race outside
Patiently, I wait beneath the heat of the hot summer sun
The shade from the single front yard tree is no relief
I stand and wait and wait and wait
Why is it when I wait for you, Mr. Ice Cream Man you never come?
I stand there and wait thinking about ice cream sandwiches and Drumsticks as I listen to your siren
Do you no longer come because you believe there are no children here?
Everyone who hears the sweet song of the ice cream truck turns into a child...
Why is it you never come?
Mr. Ice Cream Man why do you hate me so much?
The heat grows unbearable but I stand steadfast with bare feet in the ground as I stare out to the street.
Sometimes I wonder if I walk to the stop sign if you'll see me coming and stop?
I cling tightly onto the change in my hand and swallow
I feel hot and I can feel the sweat at the back of my neck
Mr. Ice Cream Man why don't you ever come?
It's been ten minutes and I've waited
I've waited and moved my position from the feeble shade beneath the tree
I stand at the stop sign and slump against it
Melting into the ground like a cold ice cream sandwich should when dropped~
The sun's so unbearable...
My eyes close and I glance at my watch
It's been too long...
At last I must retreat back into the safety of my air conditioned home...
Or perhaps into the backyard where I can hug my chickens to feel better
Mr. Ice Cream Man you always pass my neighborhood...
The trek back home seems to be for hours and when I reach the door I look around
As I slink into the kitchen I reach into the fridge and pull out a pint of Hagan Dazs
I settle into the couch and toss my coins aside
One day...
One day Mr. Ice Cream Man you'll come to my neighborhood
And then you'll see all the people who are children at heart
I know one day Mr. Ice Cream Man I'll catch you and get my prize!