Moto day dream

 i love the smell of you

gasoline and motor oil

dirt + wind

gritty calloused talented hands

black dusty tee and scuffed doc marten boots

expert hands tighten bolts and loosen thighs

you walk by all cool hand luke

clear sky blue jeans just spring green

and i hear John Lee Hooker sing

Baby come rock with me

bedroom eyes grease on your cheek

all i can think is

oh my rockabilly gear head dream

come on over here 

Baby come rock with me