I slap the tank of the motorcycle
in a good, real laugh.
Resting my chemistry
with Ben and Franco
on the border of Atlanta,
after having ridden
my new bike
all the way down from Illinois
for work.
We are licking the frost
off our dreams,
taking jobs as PAs
on some VH1 show
just to get the toehold.
Shacking up
with my friend Chris,
gigging at the Punchline
on 3 Saturday nights,
with poetry on the periphery.
We laugh
during a sober brunch,
raise our glass to ladies
in the parking lot,
post a photo to Instagram.
Jokes all around,
laughter makes life subside,
and these fools are good at it,
perfect perspective.
We have to be on set
tomorrow at 4am,
so it's time for a noon night
and never looking back at frowns.
Featuring 90mph top speed,
and premium comfort for freeways,
I can leave whenever the laughter stops.
I want a
bullet-proof, lightweight spirit.