I remember hearing your bells ringing.
Running to the front door to look and see
if you were coming our way.
Your little white truck
it moved so slow...
seemed like forever before it ever got here.
I remember running to my daddy...
"a dollar please... please????"
running back out the door and down to the street where I stood there in my bathingsuit
yelling so the world could hear me....
"Stop.... stop" I'd say
waving my arms in the air like a national crisis had evolved and I just had to tell someone about it.....
"Stop"
Then you came to me....
with your little white truck
and it was then that I realized
what a bombpop was...
Red, white and blue... shaped like a long bullet
and I'll never forget that taste...
the first time I brought it to my lips...
the sweet of the red...
and the odd flavor of the white and blue
which I always loved the most...
I just heard you turning the corner of my street
and I heard all the little kiddies yelling after you to "stop"
and I remembered how it was
and I miss you icecream man
come visit me sometime....
and let me have a bomb pop please!
