Mystic Lovers On Bicycles

Mystic Lovers On Bicycles

Bicycling down student row
Where the bar scene gets in gear
While we cruise the path
Where even police demur
Through night pitch as the velvet hair    
Of my bicycle girl in our double star    
Whose tresses are ribbons    
For a Halloween party girl    
But with raspberry lips    
Instead of charcoal    
And nude fingernails    
We pedal like madhouse escapees
On a flight to where crazy
Becomes Stan & Stella impressionists
In a watering hole known as The Bayou
Where the only catfish that swim
Are beer bearers in the lush night
But we haven’t ridden seven miles
For hops and barley
Our tastes are for the Costa Rican bean brew
An aperitif for the smear of lipstick
On lips steamed by coffee