So long farewell goodbye <br />your tears won’t buy me a beer <br />Someday when your young again I’ll <br />come home again <br /> <br />So long farewell goodbye <br /> <br />She left on her Harley <br />a thunder of pipes <br />was all that I could hear <br /> <br />She looped back around <br />and gave me a biker check wave <br />as the front wheel began to rise <br /> <br />a wheelie they call it <br />a cycle display <br />of contempt and delight at having her way <br /> <br />Her leathers were fringed <br />and the bone in her nose <br />sparkled in the light of the day <br /> <br />She rides with Hell’s Angels <br />east of LA <br />and works in a strippers bar <br /> <br />I stop now and again <br />to sit and watch her act <br />and leave a buck or two <br />in the G-string she wears <br />for her pants <br /> <br />So long farewell goodbye <br />she says <br />as I leave to pick up the kids. <br /> <br />Oh how I miss that damn bone in her nose <br /> <br />So long farewell goodbye<br /><br />Stephen S. Yeandle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-biker-chick-rag/
