There was a biker waiting on the light
he looked like you
but could never be
you'd never act that cool
His impatience and head held high
where you'd wait patient
gazing off at nothing
He took off like a bolt
where you'd meander
both hands off the bars
where you'd have a basket
makes me smile
your uncool coolness all a non-blowing in the wind
your lack of glamour makes you glamorous
i guess they'd call it 'devil may care'
but who is looking
who cares
you aren't paying attention
and i wonder
why i can't be more holistically uncool
like you.
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