Moto Nonno
I really don’t mind, if it be told,
my family’s lack of enthusiasm for
my brand new Triumph motorcycle
after a three decade motorcycle layoff
now that I’m seventy-five years old.
Actually, I embrace their lack of enthusiasm
as I’ve always been a lone desperado type
while riding my long list of motorcycles
throughout the roads of North America
for the majority of my motorcycling life.
It’s this verbal disdain
I now get in a full dose
expressed for motorcycles
and their riders whenever
they happen to rumble by
that annoys me the most.
But instantly,
I get over my annoyance
every time I fire up that sweet
new little thumper beast
and with a gear shifter clunk
and a sage twist of the old wrist,
I cannot resist, contain, nor hide
my fun and joy of yet another
country lane desperado ride
more than ever now...
now that I’m seventy-five.
Edward Ferri, Jr. lives in the Santa Cruz Mountains near where he grew up on a "non profit" farm when bailing wire, gumption and spit were the "apps" of the day. He is a member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation of Shawnee, Oklahoma and is a believer in the Spirit of Boo Radley. He is the Author of GLASSY AIR, Poems Kindled in the Long Shadow of a Lone Motorcycle (ISBN 9781632638212) and The Essential CAFÉ EDMOVIA, Cup of Joe Poetry for Cup of Joe Folks (ISBN 9781958878699. He still rides a Triumph motorcycle, oh my!
I really don’t mind, if it be told,
my family’s lack of enthusiasm for
my brand new Triumph motorcycle
after a three decade motorcycle layoff
now that I’m seventy-five years old.
Actually, I embrace their lack of enthusiasm
as I’ve always been a lone desperado type
while riding my long list of motorcycles
throughout the roads of North America
for the majority of my motorcycling life.
It’s this verbal disdain
I now get in a full dose
expressed for motorcycles
and their riders whenever
they happen to rumble by
that annoys me the most.
But instantly,
I get over my annoyance
every time I fire up that sweet
new little thumper beast
and with a gear shifter clunk
and a sage twist of the old wrist,
I cannot resist, contain, nor hide
my fun and joy of yet another
country lane desperado ride
more than ever now...
now that I’m seventy-five.
Edward Ferri, Jr. lives in the Santa Cruz Mountains near where he grew up on a "non profit" farm when bailing wire, gumption and spit were the "apps" of the day. He is a member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation of Shawnee, Oklahoma and is a believer in the Spirit of Boo Radley. He is the Author of GLASSY AIR, Poems Kindled in the Long Shadow of a Lone Motorcycle (ISBN 9781632638212) and The Essential CAFÉ EDMOVIA, Cup of Joe Poetry for Cup of Joe Folks (ISBN 9781958878699. He still rides a Triumph motorcycle, oh my!