Solitaire

© T B Jackson

Take me for a ride was her heart-felt plea

As across the solo seat I cast my leg

And with the rumble of the drags the silence broke

It mattered not what she asked or how she begged

For a hog to me was built for one

At least that's the way I desired it be

And while that wasn't the style I always rode

For many years it was how my life I had seen

On another day, maybe another time

I may have gladly taken her aboard

But time and life can deal a lowly hand

And leave a player down on his accord

So I ensured no other would take a part

When the customiser did play his hand

As he perused the list I had wilfully supplied

A solo seat was the highest of my demands

And as the days draw long I ride so free

The sunset has become my trusted friend

I know she'll direct me as I push along

Guiding me on until the very end

So when through the darkness you hear that primal growl

You'll know me by the apes that drag me along

But don't ask for a taste of the life I live

For on my sled there is room for a solitary one

Heaven on Hog

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© T. B. Jackson

Wrap me up in leather

Sit me on a solo seat

Point my toes towards that old black snake

And in heaven I will be

Let me eat away the miles

With a rhythmic throbbing beat

From a V-Twin mill between my legs

Open pipes behind my feet

And I'll knock it back a number

Crank the gas and hear the roar

Just like the screaming of an eagle

Majestically I'll soar

And while it may not be enough for some

It's really all I need

To feel the wind blow in my face

On a classic iron steed