THE SAPSICLE KID, 1956
(background instrumental track provided by
Sid Stutzman of Sangerville, Maine)
On my faithful steed
the green and cream Columbia 1-speed
that answers to the name of Trigger
I cowboy up Pleasant Street at a gallop
on one of those early-spring, late afternoons...
the temperature sundowning south of freezing,
the icy wind chill feathering my hair,
my bare knuckles and ears white
with impending frostbite,
and my spring jacket snapping
unzipped, like a vest, in the breeze
(you never see Roy Rogers riding
all buttoned up to the neck in three layers...
or wearing mittens for his mom)
to whoooaaaa-up under the low naked limbs
of the playground maples...
inching to a dead stop...
feet still on the pedals...
(trick rider that I am)
and slowly... eversoslightly
cranking myself uprightward
poised precariously in the stirrups
(the rodeo crowd applauding as one!)
reaching up to pluck
the first of the finger-fruit
one long, sap-sweetened icicle
flecked with bits of black bark...
and clamp it in my teeth
like a Longbranch Cheroot,
my tongue delighting itself
over the maple-Swishersweet surface...
me... a big forerunner
of the Marlboro Man