A man
on his purple Harley
riding north on a two lane road
keeping just right of center
weaving in and out, in and out
stopping only when the traffic
ahead of the one eyed stallion
has stopped
moving only when
the faithful steed re-awakens
after its unexpected nap
to continue
weaving in and out, in and out
just right of center
His black leather pants, gloves and jacket,
with fringe down the legs, arms and sleeves,
beat an unsteady rhythm
with his less than smooth
gear shifts
His black don't mess with me
beanie brain bucket sits atop
his head
the way he rides I think
he should have invested
in the full face, but hey
that's just my opinion,
sunburn or a busted skull,
hm,
I guess you'd call that a
no brainer,
I laugh at my wit.
He continues on,
north he is bound
keeping just right of center
in and out, in and out
I send up a little prayer
for the bad a*s wannabe
here's hoping
gas prices will come down soon
so you can buy a car
and that
you,
your white socks
and
hush puppies
stay vertical