City of Cabs I. You open the door and Sit in the seat of The beat-up yellow cab. You wave your hand Then name a street To the driver dressed in drab Dirt-smeared clothing and Who couldn't care less about You or where you are going In this, the City of Cabs. And where are you going, You tired drunken fool, With only a gas-driven hack To carry you back To the days when you were cool? A moment's acceleration -- Honking of a hundred horns -- Now you're stopped at a red light In the rush hour congregation. One more chance to mourn the Coming of the night in Silent frustration (an agony daily born with the dying of the light). One more night to ponder The words etched upon your slab One more night to wonder, "What is this city of cabs?" II. Well now, City of Cabs, Explain yourself to me. Why have you turned my life Into boring fantasy? What happened to those Joy-rides of seeming eternity with No end in sight but ecstasy? And those non-stop neon nights, Were they just a dream Obscuring the fact that my Coffee had no cream Or sugar and my bed just Me and no adoring lover? Well now city of cabs, Start your story rolling You've got but a little time Your charisma is failing. III. Romantic ideation -- Unrequited infatuation -- Spawned the birth of a nation; Spawned me, the City of Cabs. I'm a dreamer's confusions, Lover's illusions, multiple Contusions on the face of reality -- My audacity leaves no room for pity. Yes, I am just a city, but I'm more than you, so Stop your brooding, riding And thinking -- commence To drinking and accept me Without a story. I need time To bask in my glory. So sayeth the City of Cabs. IV. The old cabbie cast a glance over his shoulder at The frowning me, then Swigged on his bottle And let loose a chortle Of absolute glee. "whassamatta boy, doncha see? Doncha see, nevah wuz a city so Fullah honesty! He coulda fooled ya wit brighta lights, Drunkah wimmen and fastah nights, 'stead he tole ya like it is, so's ya could go 'bout ya bizness, and he'd go 'bout his!" The the old man laughed to choking And could say no more. I effected the Opening of the grimy passenger door. As I exited, he sat there grinning And pointed to the meter still running. "I'll see y'again." Sniggered the hack. Without a reply I tossed him a greenback, Then stood on the street and gazed about -- Started walking -- my mouth open to shout: "Night don't smirk at me, Not in this city, This God-forsaken City of Cabs!" wigsampy -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ │"To spell out the obvious is often to call it in │ │question." -- Eric Hoffer │ ╰──────────◇ http://dale.distract.org ◇╯ --

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