The Ice Cream Truck – A Poem

Image by Susan McAleer from Pixabay

Every evening since Spring thaw, comes at the third hour

Dulcet forgotten notes; the ‘Softee’ ice cream truck’s encore,

Its saucy-syrupy-sundae rhythm seems to cool down the air.

The idea waffled that it might be someone’s sweet ring tone,

But, the sound Nestled closer in the ear; its gelato-ed beacon

Cherry/cheery, lilting, fairy tale sprinkles, inviting, swaying,

Reviving memories like yesterday’s creamsicle melting away.

Then comes the joyful chorus: selections made, orders fulfilled,

Happy adults and children drip home their wilting windmills,

To the churning musicale of an impromptu, ice cream carnival.


Audio, Ice Cream truck melody below, for the scoop on its tempo – in case one wishes to know:

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Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspiration, sometimes writer, faith

40 thoughts on “The Ice Cream Truck – A Poem

  1. It brought back memories for me too! We had Mister Softee and Mister Whippy. I haven’t met anyone else who remembers Mister Whippy (might have been Whippee, not sure I could read then). Did you get him round your way?

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      1. And such great words coming together on the page. I used to get the misle with all the colors of the rainbow. Thatโ€™s a pieces for you. lol.
        Thank you so much and you too!!


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