Tuesday, October 23, 2012

almost Ten pm

pull up the big brass zipper,
dirty green bandana over the nose.
Scarred up pudding bowl next.
Feed the strap and tighten,
adjust all with a cross pattern as if I was saying a Catholic prayer to St. Christopher.
Left glove first,
then the right.
Thumb choke,
twist the stubborn key and press the red button.
Three come alive and the headlights shine to approve the journey.
Another night's ride to work begins.

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