Cabby Poems - Poems about Cabby

...Colin is a cabby with a proper taxi cab He drives for all the passengers an Uber didn’t grab Which means he has a lot of time to kill most every day And lots of evil folk to deal with if they come......

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...The cab was outside, it was 1:00 a.m. The snow was falling on this chilly night. Her face was confused her eyes meeting mine, her little hand, holding mine tight. We had two bags that night, plus h......

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...Long years back writing just was a job, To my boss— a bugbear, my pet lob, It then turned to hobby— To numb noise my Dolby, My life’s passion by now consigned FOB Of an unpaid cabby, A do-not-s......

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...believe it's only make believe believing make believe only it's only make believe. it's only make bell eve! it's only ma, cab? e'leave. it! son; ly! make bell leave. i! t's on lime, ache'bell......

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...In-between the babel of a troubled soul In abeyance, the thought of neglection arose The blood boiled, the body cooked The figure fell in flat command The jurist justified themselves unjust mu......

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...Players So Short Even if my players are still so short, Can count on God when on the court; Defend and depend, Until very end; Trough trials and tribulations did support. Jim Horn Will B......

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...6. Softly she sits upon my knee. I doze and drift as the radio squeaks Of sunspots and the honeybee. The cab wind whistles and creeks. I sense monstrous, hidden beings Attempting to open forbidd......

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...Many a book comes With collage on covers Some become chums A few of them lovers When you have read The poems and tales The salty moon pales There waits the cabby We are in the look out ......

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...Sometimes music takes you away a few bars of Sebelius cuts through the clutter of school lunch preparation. and I'm in the fiords the soul home I've never seen. I know little of Finland......

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...Stevie was a city boy, He wore an old school tie, His life was full of sex and booze And other things you buy. He occupied a penthouse That overlooked the Thames And plastered it with modern a......

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...Tap. Tap. Tap. ‘Miss! You can’t stay in there. A cab has been rung.’ I pull the chain and open the door Unfamiliar surroundings I wobble Thankful for the narrow corridors Hands slap against the wa......

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...A bonneville mustang with A dark purple hood It’s distinct. The lighter Purple shade of paint that Covers the remainder of the Car gleams in the sun. Inside the Cabby are leather seats; real. ......

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...A cabdriver's day can be partly bad luck, partly glee; just always be on your toes, you won't get a bloody nose. There, backseat lovers snuggle, softly coo to each ot......

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...TaXiCabby As I was awaiting for the Bus Sun Tran, I noticed the thing before I had planned to etch this poem for all the land: to read. What happened then i can only inscribe; a fantasy m......

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