so no, i would never go to a full services bank
i'd go directly to a chair to read and drink
watching the tidal pool i'd think
of Latin phrases and the root word
of the most recent medical term i heard
i couldn't imagine myself in a cave
i would be tempted not to shave
if i became sweaty and hot,
i'd still pedal instead of trot
i'd want a kiss
from which I'd reminisce
it's considerably easier to ride with an ice-filled water bladder on my back wearing my Giro helmet and sunglasses
enjoying the afternoon as it passes
ten minutes on my bicycle is worth more
than a single bed at the Blue Hotel
walking around back to see the bloody fight
not far from the railroad tracks at night
where the Swede really got what he deserved
ten minutes on my bike i braked and swerved
because it was snowing and i was down
in Crane's midwest Nebraska town
making circles in the sand like a circus clown.
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