Taxi Driver Two
somehwhere mussorgsky's playing
whilst the taxi driver's
cruising
looking
for no particular
soul this night
maybe on the car radio
in his head
someplace people
are dancing
daintly little
creatures with
hair down to their
shoulders
cutting the air
inbetween time
and the clock ticks
in the taxi driver's
mind
and he sees
two of those dancers
leave the door
to a building
whos face
smiles with delight
hailed
like an empreror
whilst rome burnt
the taxi driver
could swear
in the back of his
mind
alligator province
that he heard nero fiddling
away
right
down to the
charred bones.
the fare was 49.90
said farewwell
and slept
not at all.
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