SSY ( / New York, NY)

The Biker Chick Rag

So long farewell goodbye
your tears won’t buy me a beer
Someday when your young again I’ll
come home again

So long farewell goodbye

She left on her Harley
a thunder of pipes
was all that I could hear

She looped back around
and gave me a biker check wave
as the front wheel began to rise

a wheelie they call it
a cycle display
of contempt and delight at having her way

Her leathers were fringed
and the bone in her nose
sparkled in the light of the day

She rides with Hell’s Angels
east of LA
and works in a strippers bar

I stop now and again
to sit and watch her act
and leave a buck or two
in the G-string she wears
for her pants

So long farewell goodbye
she says
as I leave to pick up the kids.

Oh how I miss that damn bone in her nose

So long farewell goodbye

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Comments (2)

With Neil Young's 'Unknown Legend' playing in the background, this poem almost became a movie for me! A wonderful read. Thanks, Stephen. Love, Fran xx
This had two reactions from me...it made me laugh at the absurdity of it. The visual...priceless! I found it pretty funny. But, then, I thought about todays world and saw that this could actually be true! So many women are leaving their husbands and children behind while they go out and live the wild life. (mine did!) It's actually pretty common now for kids to be raised by their dad instead of their mom. So, I liked this poem on two separate levels. Great work! Sincerely, mary