I Ride

Down another highway
I ride.

Pistons burn and

headlights cut through the night,

raindrops pierce my body as I

grip tight and turn the throttle.

Burning rubber and smoke

choke the midnight moon.

Up mountains

and through valleys

selling items of my soul I

sleep under a raw unlit sky.

Avoiding those who would do me harm;

I find friendship from all

who ride the same broken highway

seeking shelter and warmth.

Know this, misfortune follows

and seems to know me well, but

I fire up and continue on

to that peace

where I can put my kickstand down.

 

Don’t walk by

Don’t be shy

Take a tight hold

As we go for another

 

Ride.

Robert

2015