At 920 Olive Street West
Forty blocks off the beaten track
A mountain of ice cream for the price of a dime
What poor tourists most need to know.
The locals have mastered their lessons so well
They are not confused by the word 'Nelsons' on the roof
Even as I cherish our young host's smile
Even as much as the miracle of dinner for the price of a dime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am not sure about the references here Bill but I certainlt like this piece. It has the feel of an Edward Hopper painting (one of his city life pieces) . There seems to be some joke here but there is also a lot of pathos. This is a snappy and artful piece.