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Villanelle for a Road King

We all have many reasons we love to hear that thunder roll
The old lady bitches, the boss pays less, the kids demand their say
Remember, four wheels may move the body, but two wheels move the soul

The daily grind of making a living forces all to pay its toll
Blood pressure rises, pleasures seem few; of course there are bills to pay
So we all have many reasons we love to hear the thunder roll

Release is just a ride away, and sweet sanity our goal
We swing our leg across the seat, the engine fires, we ride away
Yes, four wheels may move the body, but two wheels move the soul.

We turn to that favorite back road, the one all curves and knolls
Into the first turn, accelerate,the next curve comes fast, but we know the way
These are among the many reasons why we love it when the thunder rolls

The fresh wind washes away our pain, as down the straight we roll
The pulse of power, the sounds of the road, all cares and worries wiped away
Truly, four wheels may move the body, but two wheels move the soul.

We thunder on into the night, your cares have gone; you’ve met your goal.
Tomorrow will bring another load, more cares, concerns; another day
We all have many reasons why we love to hear that thunder roll.
We know that four wheels may move our body but two wheels will move our soul.

2007 Bill “uglicoyote” Davis

What the hell is a villanelle?

Leather, Chrome, and Steel

In Blackfoot, Idaho one night
He walked, lonely, out of a bar
A woman sat there on the curb
Strumming her big guitar

Is that your bike? she asked him,
I love leather, chrome and steel.”

Hop on, he said as he settled in.
I know just how you feel.

She swung that guitar across her back
And hopped onto his sled.
Where ya going? he asked as she got on board
Outta here, was all she said.

She wrapped her arms around him
They headed south to the Utah line.
He rode hard into the desert night
The big twin singing fine.

The finally pulled down off the road
He took out his old bedroll
And there beneath the desert stars
She did things that moved his soul.

The next morning when she shot him
And he lay bleeding in the sand
She looked into his fading eyes
She reached out and held his hand

I don’t like men, she told him
But I like leather, chrome and steel
My first old man was a biker
A no good, cheatin’ heel.

So I’ll take your bike, if you don’t mind.
But I’ll write for you a song.
About your love of ridin’ in the wind
And all the women who done you wrong.

He closed his eyes and she rode off,
Left his body behind that hill.
She rode on south towards Mexico
I’ll bet she’s out there still

So. if some night you leave a bar
And lonely is how you feel,
Beware a woman with big guitar
Who loves leather, chrome, and steel

2007 Bill “uglicoyote” Davis

Hear the Thunder

As we prepared to mount our bikes,
He asked, “Tell me why you ride.
There’s nothing that you few can do
For these soldiers who have died.”

“You’re wrong” I answered back to him,
” Yes, they all have paid the toll,
But we can help people remember
When they hear the Thunder Roll.”

“These men and women served their country,
their deaths were not by choice.
They fulfilled their solemn duty
And now we are their voice.”

“Some returned in shrouded coffins.
They served and gave their all.
Some went to serve in foreign lands,
And never returned at all.”

“So we ride to offer honor to
All those who paid this toll.
We ride so you’ll remember them,
When you hear the thunder roll.”

2007 Bill “uglicoyote” Davis
USN 1967-1971

The Road

The road goes on forever
and the party never ends. Robert Earl Keen

Miles and miles of
Miles and miles

Big sweeping curves,
Tight hairpins and mountain switchbacks
Long straight-aways

Miles of corn, wheat, soybeans and sunflowers
Miles of pine, spruce, redwoods and cedars
Miles of prairie grass, sagebrush, mesquite

Narrow canyons open to wide vistas
Spectacular sunsets
Soft, ghostly coastal fog
Rolling into the rising sun

Idaho wind,
Nebraska heat,
Iowa rain,
Cold at 10,000 feet– July in Wyoming’s Snowy Range

Oceans, lakes,
Ponds, streams, and those rivers-
Those rivers.
Crossing the Snake, Madison, Salmon
The Platte, the Missouri
The Big Muddy

The rivers of concrete, asphalt, gravel

U.S. 101, 20, 30, 66, 26, The Lincoln Highway,
America’s Roads,
State roads, County roads
Roads which appear only
On the map of the mind.
Blue Highways,
Highway blues

Riding the soul of America,
Riding my soul
Riding those miles and miles of
Miles and miles.

Bill “uglicoyote” Davis 2007

A Ride to Nirvana

I met Jesus and Mohammed
In Montana
On the Highway to the Sun

Jesus on a old panhead chopper
Mohammed astride an Ultra Glide
Both wore Diablo colors

And they shared their tequila
and smiled their bad boy smiles
Then we fired up and were off

they to Heaven in Sturgis
The Buddha astride his Road King
to Nirvanna and home

It was a hell of a ride

copyright 2007 Bill “uglicoyote” Davis

Three Motorcycle Haiku (Baiku?)
Those good vibrations
Rolling through the Portneuf Gap
Into summer sun

swinging to saddle
erases life distractions
road and man are one

her hands grip my chest
orgasmic pulsings subside
power out of curve

2007 Bill “uglicoyote” Davis

Haiku are Japanese form poems that adhere to a seventeen syllable count, five in the first and third lines and seven syllables in the second. Traditional haiku usually deal with nature and the seasons. I write about bikes and riding so I call mine “Baiku”. These I’ve done for fun. If you want to read more Motorcycle Haiku go here here.

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