Road Trip

cruising on my bike to see my lady friend

 

Road Trip

the days are getting warmer now,

the sun is staying up later in the day,

the trade winds blowing, and somehow,

I have to find me another way,

I want to get on my bike and ride,

ride my Harley into the western wind til night,

down I-10 out of Jacksonville, my shiny Elektra Glide,

hair blowing in the breeze, muscles flexing, grip tight,

the road changes to route 90 thru old Baton Rouge, LA,

heading all the way to Houston by sunsets fall,

finding a place to rest my weary soul today,

tomorrow will bring the curtain call,

heading north on 45 up to Dallas, big “D” they say,

now its I-35 to the destination in my mind,

she does not know that I am arriving this day,

I hope in her heart, it's love I find,

we've been friends it seems, like so very long,

never thought this time would ever ever be,

I've written just for her, this very special song,

OK City it says on the sign in front of me,

now I pull up to her place, anticipation I can feel,

taking deep breathe, to gather up my self,

brush the dust off, hoping I can close the deal,

remembering her picture, on my shelf,

she opens the door, with that smile, cuter than a bug,

I stare at her in disbelief, my jaw dropping low,

I reach for her, with my arms wide for loving hug,

her sweet kiss on my lips makes my body glow,

and so this road trip ends with happy heart,

we spent all night talking about the future plans,

never again will we spend a night apart,

melting hearts, as we hold each others hands

 

Gomer LePoet....

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This sound like a good road trip. I did the 1-75 to I-10. Then to I-35 many times when I was station in Texas. I cross I-80 from Michigan to California 4 times. I like this poem. I wish I had the time for a long road trip. Nothing better then to meet new people and see new places. Ending was perfect. Always a good ending to meet someone special at the end of the journey. A outstanding poem.
Coyote