Bill Davis is a retired English teacher. He has traveled extensively and spent a couple of years right here in Alaska. Now in Idaho Bill rides and writes, when he's not fishing. The following two pieces are original, fresh and entertaining. I loved them both, and I suspect you will as well.
Bill "Uglicoyote" Davis
Miles and miles of
Miles and miles
Big sweeping curves,
Tight hairpins and mountain switchbacks
Miles of corn, wheat, soybeans and sunflowers
Miles of pine, spruce, redwoods and cedars
Miles of prairie grass, sagebrush, mesquite
Narrow canyons open to wide vistas
Soft, ghostly coastal fog
Rolling into the rising sun
Cold at 10,000 feet-- July in Wyoming's Snowy Range
Ponds, streams, and those rivers-
Crossing the Snake, Madison, Salmon
The Platte, the Missouri
The Big Muddy
The rivers of concrete, asphalt, gravel
U.S. 101, 20, 30, 66, 26, The Lincoln Highway,
State roads, County roads
Roads which appear only
On the map of the mind.
Riding the soul of America,
Riding my soul
Riding those miles and miles of
Miles and miles.
Leather, Chrome, and Steel
By Bill "Uglicoyote" Davis
In Blackfoot, Idaho one night
He walked, lonely, out of a bar
A woman sat there on the curb
Strumming her big guitar
Is that your bike? she asked him,
I love leather, chrome and steel."
Hop on, he said as he settled in.
I know just how you feel.
She swung that guitar across her back
And hopped onto his sled.
Where ya going? he asked as she got on board
Outta here, was all she said.
She wrapped her arms around him
They headed south to the Utah line.
He rode hard into the desert night
The big twin singing fine.
The finally pulled down off the road
He took out his old bedroll
And there beneath the desert stars
She did things that moved his soul.
The next morning when she shot him
As he lay bleeding in the sand
She looked into his fading eyes
She reached out and held his hand
I don't like men, she told him
But I like leather, chrome and steel
My first old man was a biker
A no good, cheatin' heel.
So I'll take your bike, if you don't mind.
But I'll write for you a song.
About your love of ridin' in the wind
And all the women who done you wrong.
He closed his eyes and she rode off,
Left his body behind that hill.
She rode on south towards Mexico
I'll bet she's out there still
So. if some night you leave a bar
And lonely is how you feel,
Beware a woman with big guitar
Who loves leather, chrome, and steel