Avoiding dumb dumbs in Hollywood
Sifting past tourists by the Beverly Hills Hotel
Dodging potholes by UCLA
Gunning it over the 405
I hear the tick tick tick
Of the motorcycles engine
Cooling on my driveway
As you take your helmet off you tell me
How many bugs you swallowed on Sunset Blvd
The rare quiet of the night
Helped you smell each neighborhood
As you headed to the coast
Pockets of hot
Then cool
Midnight air
The smell of horses
By Mandeville
Pockets of the sea
Then musty
Rustic Canyon
Up and out
To me
Your voice as you take your gloves off
The ticking engine
Of your heart
Slowing
Next to me
To sleep
Motorcycle paraphernalia
Resting on the old red velvet chair
Like a Caravaggio
I can smell gasoline
Admire the grease
Under your nails
Tick tick tick
You slow
To sleep
Walter Kitty's Diary 
Loved this one…so so excellent…an Ace of a poem…congratulations and thank you
Wow thank YOU! You’ve been gone too long. I need a cheer squad.
Tutu and pompom I’m bouncing up and down for you Ram a Lama Ding Dong
Love that cooling tick,. The slow return to quiet stationary thing from live adventure vessel. Wonderfully captured here 🙂
Thank you.