delta breeze an old, old song from the ice cream man Published by John Stone John Stone is a musician who sometimes writes things down. He's trying very hard to stop, but as you can see... View all posts by John Stone
Man, I love this one, John. So many ways to visualize it, all of them places I'd rather be right now. Reply
John – I've never been to the Delta but your poem makes me feel like I am there at the season's start I bought the first cone sold ice cream divets told of stolen bites Reply
the shopkeeper beams
as tango crackles
from her gramophone
Man, I love this one, John. So many ways to visualize it, all of them places I'd rather be right now.
Thank you, Chris. Remember, wherever you go, there you are!
Took me, takes me back to my bayou boyhood in Thibodaux, LA. Thank you!
John – I've never been to the Delta but your poem makes me feel like I am there
at the season's start
I bought the first cone sold
ice cream divets told of stolen bites
sunlit treetops
the ice cream van drives past me
alpha squeeze thaw
younger songs autumning
at oldland to spring
dear tara i can feel the sancation of stolen bites
chill in the air
i think i can hear
ice cream calls