the Harley couple

I pull up next to a Harley
at the light
and look over. a little American
flag is stuck on the back.
he's a beefy guy with
a grey mustache circa 1979
and a squirrel like pony
tail hanging out the back
of his helmet.
his belly hangs out from
his unzipped leather Harley jacket
touching the front handle bars.
his babe is on board behind him.
with her dark glass helmet on,
she looks 25, skinny with long blonde
hair, but when she takes her
helmet off to talk with
her man, she could be 70 or
older with a deep well
grooved tan. they look over
at me, looking at them, and
I give them the thumbs up.
he revs the bike as loud
as he can and gives me a wide
smile. a smile that says,
ain't it lucky to be me.
she winks and slides
her helmet back on.
wiggling her waif like torso
towards him in a snug hug.
off they go into the sunset
with a rumble and roar.
it's wonderful to be in love.