Biker Man

Look at you straddle that Harley
On your way to work
Downtown

Cautiously stopping
At the yellow light
Highly-pressed khakis

The biggest patch
On your jacket says
“Live Free. Ride Hard.”

But those papercuts
You hide inside
Those leather gloves

And the neatly trimmed
Hair parted
To one side
Safely tucked inside
Your helmet

Speak volumes about
How free you are
How hard you ride
Your rebellious ways

Biker man-

I know these might be
Fighting words

But the polish you
Expertly laid
On those square-toed
Dress shoes

Is outshining
the chrome on
your bike

But you keep on
Living free
Biker man
Keep on
Riding hard.