Ice Cream Truck

The ice cream truck
is really a broken record
of smoky summer grandmotherly larynx
or a mobile Gravitron carnival spinner—
later rebranded as the Starship 400 at the St. Mary's fair—
cycling in a cheek-sucking
of sound.

The ice cream man
saunters through the
roughest neighborhoods
without reluctance
for foppery
or backlash.

The ice cream
is a drive-by shooting
of desperate stickiness—

never not breaking down