around about 6

70 miles or more

before i find your door

riding this storm

wind & rain rocking me

across asphalt pushing

this bike from side to side

soaked through

puddles in boots

balls swimming

nose dripping

cold & alone

hanging on fast

left the clubhouse

an hour ago

friends & warmth

i could return

go back to find good times

but i promised you

i’d be there sometime

before nine

me the storm rider

trying to stop that

from being a lie