Highway 216

cruising to the sounds
of sweet driving guitars
the sun bearing down on my shoulders
my mind drifting to the outer bounds
of the driftwood bitters
and cracked and broken boulders

this highway stretches out
and rolls into banking curves
while the wind blows my long flowing hair
Harley leaves me not one doubt
that which destiny serves
I am on the edge of everywhere

without any care
thought comes at ease
under the sound of roaring pipes
puffed clouds float in the air
somehow seeming to tease
reaching out but they are not there

Gomer LePoet....