got up in the morning, wrote some poetry, and went back to bed
give me a motorcycle and some open road and I’m good
I had a bike and there was some open road nearby, so off I went
nowhere to go really, but just rode on the road baby
streets covered in fallen leaves looking like a mosaic
by one of those ultra-hip with it so cool artists with a mission statement
I decided then October was my favorite month
drove over the old wooden bridge
into the land of maple reds, golds, and yellows
parked and laid out on the grass mind empty
the sun was heading over to the other part of the world
at dusk, I stopped at a railroad crossing for a train
with all the twinkling lights, it was like a parade of christmas lights passing by
went into the city, skyscrapers towering above me with their sterile white lights
peered into the inexpensive restaurants at people
sitting and eating their dinners and imagined their conversations
decided it was time to get back
I don’t like riding my cycle at night
tip-toed all the way home as fast as I could
I needed a drink and I don’t care much for gin
but that’s all there was so gin it was
need something to do tonight
think I’ll hold a seance for Houdini and see if he gets in touch
