On the surface,
Men in black,
Mind's eye lens,
Some she's clad in skin.
Gasoline and odoriferous rubber,
Entering underground.
Like Shakespearean stages,
Catwalks ' "Four Corners,"
Leather and safety.
Men in blue and gray,
Crosswalks and music,
Appetites soar from searing air.
Boots on wood decks,
Akin to Blackbeard's day.
Shipping on land,
Oh, what a sight,
Vendors with ware,
Speaking with care.
Tomorrow brings sun,
Entering another culture,
Oh, what fun, seeing!
No hatred here,
Others and Harley's galore,
Sharing and ogling!
Chrome and mirrors,
Testosterone and pipes,
Oh, the sight of rubber chips.
Free tires today, Oh yeah!
Peaceful and free,
America, how it used to be!
Wind in your hair,
Freedom to dare.
Nowadays posse's in blue,
Snare those crossing the limit.
Underground stay put,
You may be America's last stand!
Don't give up and don't quit,
That's what He would say.
Live for today,
Tomorrow may not come.
Ships still sail daily,
See you on the 'Catwalks'!
