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rollinboyo

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Location
New York City
eyes focused on the morning paper
steam drifts from your wake-me-up coffee
burnt bitter, black
just the way you like it
up you go now, off to the freeway
wristwatch, your shackle
strapping you to the steering wheel of your new Ford
hit the gas, hit the brake
off to the races with the rush hour lemmings
your mind, dazed for a moment
bogged down in cost-benefit analysis
didn't hear the horns blast or the tires squeal
now you're trapped, gazing up
skin burnt onto black leather
and you wonder if you'll really see a white light
finally your mind stops
and just before you shut your eyes
you see the open sky above
and a bird
flying free
 
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I like, similar to an idea i wrote about on here once as well.
I like to think about cycles and bicycles
Theres no cycling when the rider hops off

Take a step sideways and hop off the bike for a time to recharge and get back on the bike.

Good piece.
 
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