Just Ride!

C'mon big boy,
you don't like sentiment,
so let's go for a ride.
I've got a Kawasaki 1280,
painted red and it sweats tar.
It's got low-end grunt
and high-end scream
close together and purring
like a cat in heat.

C'mon big boy!
Let's go for a ride!
You drive and I'll hang on:
just keep your damned elbows
away from my breasts
or I'll knock you silly.
I wanna' go by and pick up Bobby
and Jazz and Pamela and Philip
and Khizra and Charles and Terese,
dogarms, too,
to chain a line of motorcycle freaks.

Bring your wife.
I've got a grape-purple jump suit
she can wear,
but as for me,
I wear black and red,
black jeans and top,
red boots,
red helmet,
and red red nail polish.
Don't be sittin' round daydreamin'
about bein' my old love.
I'm gonna' shout in your ear
and give motorists the finger
as we leave 'em eatin' dirt.
I'll be your chopper chick,
Hawg Man.
Just ride!

Anne Yohn
November 2000