Fiddle with a Zombie

I saw a zombie fiddle one time, for a brief moment.
Time was different then with apple cider in a cup.
The old 51 Hudson that we had, well it took a break.
The heat made a watermelon run away.
The vine growing on the brake lights turned to gold.
People came up the creek, on boats covered with cellophane.
The trees tormented the zombie fiddler.