A Razor Rider Lady

today there's
a razor of a lady
motorcycle rider
who pulls up
right behind me
on a hot silver Honda
she parks at the curb
and swiftly steps off it
an urban princess dressed
in a black leather outfit
all tight with high boots
and busting from a jacket
concealing her sharp figure
behind thick steel zippers
and as it is
with most of these bikies
she's all too indicative
that she knows time and's
fervently so
interested in living!

'cause not only
does she show
a groove for that bike
but she struts that pavement
to take a seat outside
ties her hair back and rests;
slips on sunglasses
purses her fingers
to a cigarette
and asks for a light
from the waiter
who takes this
all in with a smile
knowing just as I'm thinking;
that, yeah
this bikie's alright!