i wrote this a few days after my cruiser was stolen off of the tree it was chained to on 73rd and York. it is a chilling, intimate look into how deeply sad i was.
i miss you so much it hurts
i thought of being with you
whenever i wasn't with you
i hurried home each day
to unchain you from the basement and back patio
and free us both
we cruised together around central park
around and down
just my cruiser
and my central park playlist
and a venti iced green tea
your bell rang best of all
and i'd ring it loud when it was just us
on that shortcut road by the ballfields
just us and your bell
telling the birds hi
and then goodbye
because we are fast
i loved being with you
going fast or slow
or laying in the sun in battery park
our trips i miss most
down the westside highway
that time you got hurt and your parts ripped off
i had to leave you down there
only to run back and put you over my shoulders
and carry you up that steep hill to a taxi
because you were too hurt to roll
and the bike store guy said he could fix you
i had grease all over my hands and a date that night
but you meant the most to me
those 2 kind meatheads offered to help
but it was my job
you were always so smooth
and i looked forward to cruising with you
it was always us together
once when we rode by strawberry fields
the homeless people were in the grass
singing "she's got a ticket to ride"
and i felt complete joy