Alley Rat growls, the night turns loud,

Dodging streetlights, dodging the crowd.

Backstreet thunder, sparks that fly,

Beer in hand, no suit and tie.

Downtown party, neon blaze,

Alley Rat steals the dance floor craze.

Kickstart echo, pipes that roar,

Bouncers duck, can’t block the door.

Wild-eyed riders, boots on fire,

Alley Rat fuels the mad desire.

Backalley poker, dice that roll,

Rat takes the pot, and half your soul.

Streetlamp flicker, shadows grin,

Alley Rat howls, the chaos begins.

Barroom jukebox, whiskey spill,

Rat spins donuts just for the thrill.

Downtown rooftop, moonlit fight,

Alley Rat laughs, “What a night!”

Sirens wailing, cops too slow,

Rat’s long fork cuts through the glow.

Alley graffiti, walls that shout,

Rat leaves rubber, no doubt about.

Morning haze, the party’s done,

Alley Rat rides into the sun.

-------Words by Wayfarer@Bikernet.com

-------Photos from Sam Burns