Nana is a Biker Chick

The Australian Dream Nana is a biker chick With a hungry need of Harley speed Cool as cats-eye-green, moon-sheen Her eyes fix on far horizon's bend. A twist of the wrist, everything's far behind Dust days and must days and fussed days And housebound mortgaged minds. Nana is a biker chick Hot exhaust swirls around her slick Roaring, growling, snarling, Chasing the almost-red-lit-light Flash and dash! Blink, she's passed G-forced angel; Road blessed. Leather clad; Not impressed! Nana is a biker chick Tattooed - barbwire rose guarded arm Mean as a desperate one-eyed dingo's date Knows what she wants and gets it, mate Her burning eyes sear pretension's gibe And would-be-suitors crawl inside themselves and hide Her passion is to Live to Ride. Nana is a biker chick Astride her mount she's meta-phor-mo-sized Animal skinned. Bones chromed and steeled. Speed drugged and highway thrilled She travels to travel and never arrive A piston powered surfer riding high A lion Queen - King, complete without a pride. Nana is a biker chick Her friend's an immaculate sculptured machine Who adores the Tanami and the Australian dream Of openness and freedom; desert rich And nights together 'neath falling stars With crisp moonbeams whispering highway's charms To the lady who Rides to Live. Fred Hibbert Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 10:24 PM PST   0 • 12 • 10