One little bike ride 12 miles long
on a brand new bike I knew it was wrong,
I took that brand new chain and that brand new frame and I dragged them through the sand and the grit and the rain.
2 riders, 3 riders, 4 riders long
on that twilight trail where I belong
— the fox squirrel, the woodpecker, and my fat ass
Palmettos, the scrub, low clouds and tall grass.
Run Joey run Dan’s right behind, then me, then Melissa
then the forest, quiet, rain in the pines.
One little bike ride 12 miles long.