Pedaling around

My head's facing down

Watching specs in the road

whiz by before my eyes

Take a two hour break to watch Nasfaratu

the old German vampire, with the blinds closed

When the credits hit, turn it off

and hit the streets of 4 PM once again

Pedaling around

Humidity's down

No longer curling my hair

so I stop off for a fountain drink

I pretend it's a beer with a citrus after-taste

and I wave hello to a guy I know

but he can't recall my name

even though he once told me I was the most

talented person that he'd ever met

Pedaling around

My head's facing down

Listening to the tires on the asphalt below

Wondering just how hot oozing tar would have to be

to melt them

If it could would they explode or would the air leak slowly

Just to play it safe, I steer around

the small patches of that black, goopy stuff

but I do enjoy a deep inhale as I roll on by

Pedaling around

My head's facing down

Sweaty bangs in my eyes

Half steering, half eating ice cream

Half steering, half eating ice cream