Five For The Ice Cream Man

I saw this little boy waiting at the
Corner of the street saying aloud,
“My mom told me he would be here,
She gave me five for the ice cream man."
It was 8:30 at night. It’s known on my
Street that his parents smoke crack.
“What are you looking at?” he asked.
I told him the ice cream man wasn't
Coming. “He is, I know he is” he said.
I just looked away knowing it was too late.
After a deep breath and last drag off my cig,  
I headed back into my house depressed.
That damn kid doesn't even know it yet.
The fucking ice cream man is never
Coming, not for him at least.