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.