The Entertainer

Ta Ta Ta
Ta Ta
Ta Ta
Whizzed by our house,
Our street empty
Of children for him to slow, stop.
His anthem riding the air
Wafting into windows, waking
Up the kid dormant in us all.
Entertaining vintage ideas
Of breezy runs, transactions tenacious
For innate treats in cones, on sticks.
Today, he is a memory, a tribute
To the exclusiveness of ice-cream
Never found at grocery stores.
Next time,
I’ll catch him.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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