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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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. ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...