There is restlessness

There is restlessness

Even in good times.

When the sun is high

And the ice tinkles

In the glass,

Calling time on abstinence,

The day calls out

For the recklessness

Of yesterday.

When the spirit

Was hot,

And the flesh

Could so easily

Be persuaded

To marinade

In its own juices.

Oozing with the promise

Of a secret, sticky recipe

To titillate the senses,

The highlight

Of an alfresco

Barbeque sizzle.

The kiss of sun

On the back of

An uncovered neck

Loosens the stiffest collar,

Emboldens even the

Most mild mannered,

And acts as an excuse

For licentiousness,

Most unbecoming in

Polite society.

On days when

The sun is high

And you fly from the city

To look for freedom,

The heat from the engine rising,

Distorting the air above the hood,

The radio playing happy songs

That float on a restless wind,

And tug at the edges

Of the early years,

When dream chasing

And irresponsibility

Was the stuff of life,

The hot sun,

A reason to have fun,

Not a garden party,

As nice as that

May be,

Even when you are content,

Without intent,

Something happens,

A change of wind

A whisper in the air,

And just for a moment

You hanker for

The open road,

The throb of a Harley

And the smell of the sea.

Listen up now

Let this moment be

And come away with me.