in their leather vests and pants.
patches sewn on
with nick names
like chainsaw or hank.
all new and shiny.
their grey hair
still long.
mustaches, beards,
goatees.
veterans of some war,
or no war.
it doesn't matter
anymore.
on their rumbling bikes
with their
babes on board,
some blonde,
some red. some
thick, some skinny.
in a cloud of blue smoke,
away they roar.
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