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Melissa
I drove A cab Twelve hour days Of sullen streets Strangers Wild kids Bored cops Pushing through The clogged veins of the city People and traffic everywhere Moving Searching For Something to buy Or someone to own. It was a summer Of hot days And slow nights When I picked her up I didn't know her name So I called her Melissa Long brown hair Form fitting white top Tight breasts Friendly smile Perfect tan And a look in her eyes All the way up Madison She talked In her preppie school accent About her husband Her small apartment Her job And the kids She didn't have. She talked and I Wondered what else did she want to forget? She called me Charlie Brown "You're the man Charlie Brown" She was pretty And I was lonely So I smiled Nodded my head And listened. I liked her But I knew my place I was the driver And she was Melissa When we stopped I glanced at the fare It looked small in my hand Melissa was not a big tipper Still I watched The way her hips and thighs Slid across the back seat. When she got out Her smile froze And she Never looked back. Every time I drove up Madison Past the expensive stores Shoppers Strolling by Carefree Not a worry in the world I thought of her Wondering if she made up with her husband Had kids Or moved out. I would slow down Hoping To catch a glimpse of her Somewhere in the crowd But I never saw her again.
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