...and many other biker poets...
got out
hit the road
at dawn's first crack
full tank
saddlebags
leathers on my back
sunrise
fresh new wind
pocket full of jack
look down
endless road
and never look back...
- Howl at the Moon...
'til the Moon Howls Back
My wild younger days
are catching up with me
I done gone way past
the age of 53
I'm about as washed up
as a woman could be
But I put on a smile, a smile outside
Cuz I gotta do what I got to, to ride!
- I Got To Do
This highway called life
A hard road to hoe
Especially when
You choose life on the road
Respect earned deserved
with bood, sweat and tears
My presence was known
My wrath was feared
Hardcore now softened
By thousands of miles
A greybeard now
A greybeard who smiles.
- Life's Highway
What you really saw
Was a dust cloud I left behind.
Wrapping around the story
You will tell later at your local bar
About the angel in
The dust cloud.
- Little Man
We strip off our mundane days
Bare ourselves as we receive the ink
Naked, lovingly, knowingly genuflecting
beneath honesty's bright blade,
slaking our appetite for painful truth.
Our histories are aboriginal marks, slash lines,
tribal glyphs and disney cartoons left on skin
to be seen but by others of the mark,
those few willing to go... deeper.
- Tattoo Archeology
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