Bike messengers are an integral part of the business world, risking their lives and choosing to do a job on non-polluting forms of transportation.
Recently two messengers were killed in traffic.
Edward Carl Hendrick, killed by a hit-and-run driven in Charlotte.
and here in NYC,
39 year old, Joesph Granati, was killed in Brooklyn. According to the Daily News, he was hit by a 24 year old driver in Gravesend, Brooklyn.
The Messenger Poet, Kurt Boone has known a lot of messenger community and witnessed both the fun times and the tragic. He wrote this poem.
“The Last Ride”
by Kurt Boone
I have seen the bicycle messenger ride
in and out of traffic in New York City.
I have seen the bicycle messenger
die on his last ride.
Maybe the booze
Maybe the wrong turn
Maybe no helmet
or just maybe no brakes.
Life is precious for goodness sake.
I remember Joe
I remember Bronx Jon
I remember Carl Hedrick
and I remember Peru
We are all messengers.
For big business know our name.
A week before my book party and
Joe’s last ride. He said to me I hope
your book brings respect to the messenger life.
Tears are poring down my eyes
as I write this poem on the
F train ride home.
Rest In Peace My Brothers.
Though the money ain’t right
I am a courier for life.
Their will be a memorial ride tonight.
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