Ode to Red Bowties

Red Bowties

Be there a wondrous tale- of men I’ve come to know
A coincidental set circumstances, the similarities grow
I’ve often wondered “is this a joke?” Yet I choose to believe
The riddles, the truths, the lies, . . . so intricately weave.

Lovers of music, singers with bands of their own- oh, but long ago
Skilled musicians, beautiful voices, the stars of their own show.
Helmet-less, seatbelt-less biker boys wanting freedom in the wind
Astrological Leos they are, gentle Lions do not bend.

They know and love to work with tools, in building and repairs
Remodeling, helping others, numerous accomplishments are theirs.
‘Way above average intelligence; I guess you’d say they’re smart.
And writers are they-they’ll pen a poem, and do it from the heart.

And the differences are few: a talker strong, one’s silences long.
A leader of the Sinners, a Priest of all the women done wrong-
One shoots from the hip, one chooses his words with care
One is quick to quip, the other just smiles with a stare.

But here it gets a little strange, when all is said and done
They each did not marry two “Carla’s”, they bore both men a son.
A fascination with street rods and owning red Chevy trucks
Connoisseurs of custom-built bikes, all costing them big bucks.

The Chevy logo is called a “bowtie”, you must now realize
These men I have come to know, I respect-- you should surmise.
To my own they have contributed…and I…to their individual lives
So ponder this quirky mystery, and the unforeseen “red bowties”.

No way will I acknowledge I wrote this little ditty
‘Tis Fate that led me to you both in this Midwestern city.
There’s nothing here to talk about-God knows and made it true
The coincidences of all the above, describe the both of you.

Weirder yet is my fantasy- to have you unobtrusively meet
So different yet so alike: a flick of Fate would defeat.
The mystery, the question, the joke, a “Trick or Treat”,|
If “destiny” gives you a little nudge, when riding the same street…

…throttle on by…and low wave…the unspoken biker “greet”.

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