Yellow Taxi
I wait
For the yellow cab
It arrives in the rain
Splashing my hopes
The girl inside sneers
Never the less
I offer her half my hot dog
I may be poor
Even drunk
I have manners
At the bottom of my life
She has none
At the top of hers
I wait
For the yellow cab
It arrives in the rain
My john hit me in the face
The girl inside me cries
Never the less
I somehow recollect
I may be a hooker
Even drunk
I have a memory
At the bottom of my life
God forgive me old man
You offered me all you had
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2015
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