Sojourn Poetry
Perhaps it was my motorcycle boots, rain pants and fleece jacket
that gave me away, while everyone else was wearing shorts and t-shirts.
The young man approached me and asked,
”Is that your V-Strom out there? Nice bike.”
“Yes. It’s mine. Do you ride”
“Yes, a Suzuki DR 350.
Where you headed? Where are you from?”
“Ohio and headed to Colorado.”
“Cool. Well, have a good ride.”
And, he walked away.
I did not notice anybody else approach any other person
in the fast food joint and say something like
”Nice pick up truck you got there. Where you headed?
Motorcycles seem to bring that out in people.
Brent
D. Brent Miller 