michaelsparkle

Never let me down...

I have spent weeks on this project, on the precipice of my dreams. Im about to produce my first big budget concert for my favorite band ever; endless hours at the computer, sleepless nights of narrow focus
And so many bumps along the way.
With three tasks in hand and two calls on hold I get the one I dont want to hear. The guitarist cant pick up a guitar; Some residual bullshit from last years car accident. My life, my hopes and dreams are riding on a doctors note and a rock stars right arm.
Everything goes on hold. I leave my apartment for the first time in days.
There is only one thing I can turn to at a time like this. The only peace my heart can find
She sits in the drive, sadly neglected through the winter.
My best friend, shell never let me down again. My pure bred Italian stallion, yes, the infamous sex on a stick.
My classic Italian sport bike.
My moto guzzi lemans
And like a lonely puppy, it practically jumps into my arms with a flick of the switch.
No proper riding gear, no place to go. My only sense of destination is into the night. To the top of the highest mountain. As far and as fast as my tears will take me.
At the top of nowhere in particular, I sit sadly by her side, throwing rocks at the immaculate skyline and pondering my thirtieth year in life.
None of it seems to make much sense as I come realize my lean angle. This fragile frame so full of worry, I barely notice my delicate position over the fast asphalt just inches below my knee.
Alone tonight
Just the guzzi and me.