People In My Neighborhood: Motorcycle Cop

This morning when I was walking, I passed the shopping center on Sheridan. A man came out of the laundromat, got into his white truck, and blew out of there like he was in a high speed chase. 

He even sounded loud.

I wondered, “Hmmm where’s the motorcycle cop when you need him?”

And just like I conjured him up “vroom vrooom”, lights flashing, he came out of the side street and took off after the guy in the white truck.

Everyone else stepped on their brakes. Except for the guy in the white truck who had already gone over the hill.

Tulsa Motorcycle Police

I had to laugh out loud because the motorcycle cop is a person in my neighborhood. Even before I moved here, I remember seeing him (or someone like him) and I now see him every day when I’m walking.

Oh the motorcycle cop will sit and wait

And if you speed he won’t hesitate

To pull you over to the side

Cuz the speed limit you didn’t abide.

Oh the motorcylce cop’s a person in my neighbohood

in my neighborhood, in my neigh bor hoo ood

the motorcycle cop’s a person in my neighborhood

A person that I meet, when I’m walking down the street

He’s a person that I meet, each day

And give a thumbs up to. 😉