Argue the finer points
With a crow in the tree
Till you realize he kept you company
So pull the traction holding you and fly
Down the empty street full of thunder and noise you hide your head in
The thrill of your silent engine
As it carves a hole in your path
Sixty years two wheels meets pavement
And the game is afoot once again
The breeze in my hair
The sun on my face
My days are full of
Empty parking lot maneuvers
Full of life still clinging to
My old old bones
Charge the barricades
Rip away the rainwater deluge
And chase the streets
Deep into night
Full of silent sound and fury