A Motorcycle Dream

A Motorcycle Dream

Some time ago I had a dream
I was in a big city on a street named Gleam
Everything sparkled like you’ve never seen
In that city, in that dream

Well, dreaming away, as I snoozed in bed
A razzle dazzle sign said, “walk ahead”
So I walked up the street and found at the top
All ablaze in lights, a motorbike shop
Peering on in through the window pane
I saw rows of motorbikes and not one the same
The whole shop sparkled and was clean as clean
Everything was polished to a shiny sheen

And the chrome-work shimmered on wide handlebars
While saddlebags studs flickered like the stars
I was dreaming a motorcycle dream!

Now, in that dream there was a salesgirl
She was filling motorbike tanks with fuel
She saw me and she gave her biggest smile
I, of course, smiled straight back, then we both weaved a track
between some bikes and met in the middle isle

The salesgirl’s name was Eliza Lee,
Somehow she seemed familiar to me
She was leather clad and oozed personality

And the chrome-work shimmered on wide handlebars
While saddlebag studs flickered like the stars
I was dreaming a motorcycle dream!

Eliza Lee, I soon realized, liked to ride them motorbikes
She said “Let’s take a bike for a whirl!”
Don’t ask me how we got to St Moritz
But that’s where we were in a second split
going down a slope on a 1450cc.

And as we sped down the mountain through the snow and sleet
Eliza was laughing on the pillion seat
because skiers were startled to see a motorbike ski!
At the bottom of the slope was the Hotel Ritz
We rode straight through the lobby and hit the glitz
Of a nightclub, where the bar was open, and all the drinks were free

Eliza and I swung with that scene
While a new season dawned and the alps turned green
We danced to the terrace as a sun-shower came
And we sipped champagne in the falling rain
Then a cork from a champagne bottle went pop
And we were back again in the motorbike shop

And the chrome-work shimmered on wide handlebars
While saddlebag studs flickered like the stars
I was dreaming a motorcycle dream!

Well, I can tell you it came as a big surprise
When I suddenly awoke and realised
That the girl of my dream named Eliza Lee
Was lying asleep there next to me!

Hey, dreams are hard to fathom, even if you’re wise,
And in that dream I didn’t recognise
My own sweet wife looking twenty three
And going by the name of Eliza Lee!

At breakfast I told her of what I’d dreamed
Of her and me and the bikes that gleamed.”
I said “We fell in love in St Moritz
And you preferred love to a sales pitch
And the chrome-work shimmered on wide handlebars
While saddlebag studs flickered like the stars
Darlin’ you were in my motorcycle dream
You were in my motorcycle dream
Yes, you were in my motorcycle dream!”

E.C.O’Hara?2001

Neil being a motorcycle enthusiast, I thought this poem may be appropriate to place here! – Eddie.