What Plans The Out Of Tune Ice Cream Man Poem by Susan Lacovara

I do not think I shall buy his sherbert
My mind fearing he's but a pervert
In a box truck unlike the Good Humor Man
More like a invitation to an unusual van
He trolling the side streets well after dinner
I seem to notice each day he looks thinner
And the color spray painted drips of dark blue
Unlike any other ice cream vendor I knew
Strange the music he chooses to spill in the air
Is my judging suspicious on end stands my hair
Gone the familiar bells jingle sounding of glee
He plays instead lyrics I find odd indeed...
Tonight's medley plays on reminiscent, Fellini
'The itsy bitsy tiny weeny yellow polka dot bikini'
Yesterday's tune gave my thoughts another shove
Piped out for all, 'My Everlasting Love'
And difficult at best a reason to find
Why he streams 'Young Girl Get Outta My Mind'
Few mothers line up in the neighborhood
When hearing, 'He's A Rebel And He'll Never Be Any Good'
Maybe I aging maybe I'm jaded
But these aren't ice cream memories my mind's created
In a wife beater tee shirt arms exposed with tattoos
There isn't a treat on his truck I would choose
I keep my eyes peeled as he speeds into sight
Perhaps give your children cookies tonight.