Ode to Spokeless Joe

Spoke thrown, trip blown
River thoughts go crying home
Our level best to improvise
But a Willshire stop’s a compromise
Points and hangers game for three
But no one beats EBMB
Kong arrives for doubles sides
NoPo combeack kids surprise
“Show some silver!”, “Suck my one!”
But the bar is like an empty gun
The crowd is crap, the beer is flat
Has it really come to that?
Such is the fate of Spokeless Joe
Unlock and wait for busses slow
With shame he loads it on the rack
With skies so clear and traffic slack
Even though this soon will end
And mended wheel will roll again
There’s no real solace now, you know
Just wasted night for Spokeless Joe.