Written at a little store outside of Catskill, upon seeing a biker band heading to Vermont.

Published in Poetic Voices, Poetry Junction
Published in August Poetic Voices, Poet's Page

They Roll,
Thick black leather transcending the night,
rumbling denim, rough and tumble
With a kick and crackling murmur
the words are spoken,
Let's go!
Right on, kiss the concrete
with your rubber and civil disturbance
All right, rock and roll
was made from your mechanical soul
.
We sold our soul for open roads,
Tattooed our flesh with the stones caress,
the hanging Yap Jap gardens a delight,
the land of Sturgis merging our light
Oh, let your love light shine on me
.
Down the black broken beacon of the road,
rough and tumble and rumble,
they roll