Friday, April 14, 2006

Ode to the Motorcycle Guy

Dude.

We watched you with avid interest,
in your dress shirt and khakis,
backward baseball cap and leather shoes.

Down the freeway you flew,
shirt bellowing in the wind,
eyes intent on the horizon,
late for work.

How else to explain it?
No coat, no change of clothes,
you mustn't have checked the weather radar,
too late to go back and get the car.

In our own warm, dry van,
we rooted for you as we all headed toward the low, black clouds.
"Maybe he'll make it. There's a small break in the clouds."
A slim window, down pour on either side.

But then, the tanker ahead of all of us stalled at the light.
No room to pass, the storm descends, 5 minutes is all you'd have needed;
We agree we've never seen raindrops this big.

Your face fixed in a grimace, shoulders above your ears,
you take the off ramp to your destination as a mall employee,
maybe at Sears.

Poor, drowned rat of a motorcycle guy.
It's going to be a long, long day for you at work.
Maybe they're having a shirt sale.



And finally, a correction:

I mistakenly reported that Charles was accepted into the #3 school in the nation for his program. I lied.

It's #1.

In your face, Harvard!

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12 Comments:

Blogger Rozanne said...

I am v. impressed that you are capable of poetry at a time like this.

Poor Motorcycle Dude.

Great news about Madison being the #1 school! Way to go, Charles!

2:29 PM  
Anonymous Ariella said...

The better the UW gets, the more I want to go there. Their MPH program is really new, so I am hoping that it will sort of skyrocket to the top.

3:21 PM  
Blogger CarpeDM said...

I heart you. This poem rocks. And I was thinking, maybe if we all decided to campaign for Charles for President, they would let him run? That would be very cool. But King works as well. As long as it is not of the Universe.

7:38 PM  
Blogger listmaker said...

Wahoo! #1! Most excellent!

9:37 PM  
Blogger Karen said...

Woohoo! #1!

Good luck! (like in all the diverse areas you need in balancing this in your life).

10:25 PM  
Blogger Teri said...

poor, soggy biker guy...

UW rocks on so many levels!

4:22 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Rozanne- I can write atrocious 'poetry' at any time. It's a curse.

Ariella- I think it was also the #1 party school last year, too.

Dana- (smooch) This poem sucks rocks, as Johnny would say, but you are sweet. Nope, just King of America, or maybe King of North America, to get his Canadian half in there. The universe would still be safe from him and under your sole control.

Listie- Thanks! We think so.

Karen- Thanks. I'll certainly need it. Thank goodness for the blog and all of you. Much venting in the future, I'm sure.

Teri- Don't you just feel sorry for him? It's not like we didn't know it was coming, though. Ah, to be young, foolish, and soaked.

9:10 AM  
Blogger brooksba said...

Awesome, just awesome poem! I wish I had been riding along, taking pictures of the guy. It's moments like this that are fun to share.

8:52 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Beth- You know, as we followed the poor sot, cheering him on, I kept thinking that I should have my camera. After all, Beth would have hers...

10:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Charles--#1 Educ Grad school
Diana--#1 Primary Care Med School (OHSU)
All of us from Lewis and Clark College which was trying to be ranked somewhere for liberal arts colleges.
Not too bad for folks from North Clackamas County, Oregon.

The Ole RF-er

2:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Haven't we all been a 'motorcycle guy' at some point in our lives...

-Gail

7:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

rock on dude milk man dude rock on

2:30 PM  

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