Biker Pavlitsky

Boots hit gravel
Helmet on
Engine coughs awake
Leather smells like yesterday
Dust on my name tag

Old scars
Old stories
Folded map in a torn back pocket
Key turns
Whole world leaning
On this one small socket

I am a biker
Chasing miles
Chasing nothing
Wind in my teeth
All the ghosts on my back
Road in my veins
Every line like a track mark
I don t look back
I just laugh at the past
I am a biker
I belong where the asphalt cracks

Sun in the mirror
Tattoo fading on my left hand
Gas stop coffee
Burnt and bitter
Still better than standing

Mile signs flicker
Town names blur and disappear
Only thing I am sure of now
Is the rumble under here

I am a biker
Chasing miles
Chasing nothing
Wind in my teeth
All the ghosts on my back
Road in my veins
Every line like a track mark
I don t look back
I just laugh at the past
I am a biker
I belong where the asphalt cracks

If I ever stop
Will the hard parts catch me
If I ever turn
Will I like what I see