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The Intersection of Broadway & Franklin

Contributed by pvd on Tuesday, 20th July 2004 @ 07:21:16 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Afternoon showers cooled the August twilight.

I sat on the corner sipping a coke,
smoking a cigarette, and eyeing
the girls outside the yahoo saloon
across the street.

Cars rolled past, the tires hissed
and spit on wet pavement.
You could feel a vibration in the air,
the sound of heavy metal
thunder in a canyon.

Pedestrians stopped and stared
at the horde of bikes
rolling up to the light.

The girls oohed and aahed.
Harley choppers, hard-tails
with extended front ends,
stretched out to grab the road.

The motors growled with idle power.

Dark and dirty,
clean and chromed,
pan and shovel heads,
waited to dig the road.

The riders were hard core,
statuesque, imposing figures,
dressed in tee shirts, dungarees,
engineer boots, and black
leather vests, flying club colors
on outlaw rockers.

The lead sat stone faced,
a grizzly bear in sunglasses,
rebellious, independent,
something wicked,
something American.

At the green light, throttles
opened, clutches popped,
engines roared, fury released.

The girls mobbed the curb
to watch them ride away.

They raced down the road,
rumbling and howling,
the echoes waned and faded,
the passing of a summer storm.

At fourteen, I knew what I was going to be.













Copyright © pvd ... [ 2004-07-20 07:21:16]
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Re: The Intersection of Broadway & Franklin (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 20th July 2004 @ 07:40:39 AM AEST
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Excellent description. I could almost smell the wet smell of the sidewalk. Cool subject, too. I've never heard of many poet bikers, though. I guess you must be the first!

Kudos.


Re: The Intersection of Broadway & Franklin (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 20th July 2004 @ 08:42:30 AM AEST
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I believe I have witnessed ths at my own intersection of Broadway and Franklin. You capture American life vividly.




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