Lonely Chrome
Lonely Chrome
Loch David Crane
October 14, 1997
The ride today was flawless,
the sky was turquoise blue,
the wind was warm--the only drag
was riding without you.
With my shirt off on the freeway
I was embraced by the sun,
its warm arms around my shoulders
as I worked on my tan.
When I turned my head you whispered,
I heard you call my name--
But when I turned the other cheek
the sound was not the same.
The wind cried lonely sounds out--
the voice it wasn't true
because the wail of the freeway
didn't sound like you.
I missed your gentle whisper,
your arm around my neck
your blond hair long and streaming
in the mirror out the back.
I thought I saw behind me
the bright flash of your smile
but it was just a reflection
that teased me for a while.
I tried to feel your fingers
(you used to hold my hand)
but now the cold and lonely chrome
is all I understand.
I thought you were beside me
encircled in my arms
I reached but felt the handlebars
and not a woman's charms.
I even had a dream last night
two lovers were entwined
but when my eyes came open
just your memory was mine.
So though the Sun is golden
and empty skies are blue
I feel the chill of winter
'cause I'm riding without you.
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