Red October
2/20/2006, 03:07 PM
Bright colors flash across the busy street
A mullet flows from under helmet's rim
A dazzling wheelie popped, for me a treat
And only then I realize it was him
The Bikerfox rides out for all to see
The city streets his playground and his home
I only wish that I could be as free
And be at peace wherever I might roam
He rides and rides and rides, he never stops
He's weaving bobbing jumping all day long
Past homes and parks and all the little shops
His movements through the city like a song
The joy apparent in his upturned smile
The source of which must clearly be quite grand
Follows him with each and every mile
And touches every heart across the land
And as the day gives way to evening's hues
The road worn thin, the day is clearly done
From me he rides away, a poet's muse
With a wave, and towards the setting sun
A mullet flows from under helmet's rim
A dazzling wheelie popped, for me a treat
And only then I realize it was him
The Bikerfox rides out for all to see
The city streets his playground and his home
I only wish that I could be as free
And be at peace wherever I might roam
He rides and rides and rides, he never stops
He's weaving bobbing jumping all day long
Past homes and parks and all the little shops
His movements through the city like a song
The joy apparent in his upturned smile
The source of which must clearly be quite grand
Follows him with each and every mile
And touches every heart across the land
And as the day gives way to evening's hues
The road worn thin, the day is clearly done
From me he rides away, a poet's muse
With a wave, and towards the setting sun