92
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92 in 7
You’re 3rd up in the zone 92
When I drove cab it was radio dispatched
We lived as much in our imaginations as we could
Given the vivid reality of big city streets
Cabs were large and powerful
Built to pack passengers in on sagging bench seats
I’d cruise through traffic in downtown streets
Like a shark knifing through the waters of a coral reef
92 away south
92
Away south Vickie
Click click click
Gotcha 92
When I drove cab it became a confessional
People would open up and spill their guts
Tell me things they’d done that would leave me shocked
Until the crazies piled up so much I became unshockable
So when a dominatrix had her leashed and leathered slave
Cower on the floor
On all fours
All the way to the ‘burbs
I barely batted an eye
But couldn’t help arching an eyebrow
When she made him pee like a dog on a shrub outside their door
As I was recording the fare on the tripsheet
Every day, every night was an adventure
When I drove cab
David Trudel © 2013
BRILLIANT!!
Thank you Jennifer!