Ice Cream Truck

Spencer Smith

Of all the possibilities
the driver has chosen “Oh Susanna”
though I doubt he has ever been to Alabama
or had a banjo on his knee.
As he steps out to confront
the bee swarm of children
with no protection other than
the uniform of an exterminator
I would guess he is from Sonora or Chihuahua.
This looks much more fun
than delivering the mail
which appears to have been the vehicle’s former life
before it was dolled up with paint
and crowned with megaphone ears
and surgically transplanted
with organs of refrigeration.
I can finally back out of my driveway now
ten minutes late for work
and for the rest of the oven-baked day
my mind pleads continuously with an unknown woman
not to cry for me.