Remembering Kenny Langston and His Suzuki GN250

by Andrew Mobbs

Seems spectral now, that bike, a silhouette in the charcoal shadows of granny’s lean-to shed,
far cry from tropes of freedom and revolt. Black paint

             scraped and faded, unpolished chrome beneath

heaps of cobwebs, kickstand planted in cracked dirt, scars of mechanical neglect. Had to be
an 80s model, maybe early 90s, its manner of acquisition

                          taken to an autumn grave. Those were the days

when we searched Coke bottlecaps for sweepstakes codes, devoted our time to loblolly pines,
riding to Kmart, combing the railroad tracks for artifacts

                                      ripe with local myth. Just like this: the owner

of that chopper once said he revved it up and jumped a train in the name of reckless youth.
Launched himself clear over the crossbars and red lights,

                                                  cresting St. Louis-bound boxcars glazed in rain

and bird shit as he ascended into moonless night with the engineer as lone witness, craning
his neck out the window. I was ten by then,

                                                              plenty familiar with the shards of shattered pride,

so I took him at his word. He told it again, recalling fresh details like a bald tire, lightning
streaks, a need for speed, and I knew to give credence

                                                                        to this epic feat of physics, to celebrate the sensation

slicing through the humid haze steel souled and sweating, to vouch that when a locomotive
shrieked a dirge of 150 decibels, a good-hearted man

                                                                                   reached the vertex of his heavenward arc.


ANDREW ALEXANDER MOBBS is the author of the chapbook, Stranger and Pilgrims (Six Gallery Press, 2013). A Pushcart Prize nominee, he’s grateful his poems have appeared / are forthcoming in Terrain.org, storySouthFrontier PoetryArkansas ReviewGhost Ocean MagazineSouthwestern American Literature, and other fine publications. He’s also the co-founder of Nude Bruce Review.