Daydreams in Traffic

Inching along, bumper-to-bumper,
97 degrees at 6:38pm.
It's not even July.
Let's drive to Wyandotte, instead,
down Fort Street, all the way to
Bob Jo's Frozen Custard.
It's only 2500 miles and
30 years ago, yet
I can still taste the vanilla,
sucking it from
the bottom of the cone,
trying to lap it more quickly
than it melts down my chin
and drips onto my toes,
dusty and dirty from
walking barefoot
through Elizabeth Park.

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

I grew up near Revere beach in Massachusetts and there was a frozen custard stand there, right next to Joe and Nemo's hot dogs.
Again the simplicity and universal appeal of this piece is as if it's something I wanted to write but couldn't find the right words...you did
Thank you
Namaste'
Tim

ps. I am recommending you to a poetess friend of mine who really knows her stuff
so if you get some reviews from Shara you'll know why
: )

tim