Lonely cab First Draft
Sitting in the passive seat
No one cares to even greet
Delicious kisses
Holding her hand
Having the best time
I never had
In the back of my cab
Memories never made
Coward in the driver's seat
Driving nowhere
Sometimes I wait
They sit and stare
Always late
First dates
Lonely old mates
Nail-biting hags
Giggity girls
Clinking bags
Wall Street wolves
I carry their luggage, in more ways than one
And think of all the things I've never done
I take them places
Somewhere for them
Nowhere for me
Oh, the fun they have
They ride, in the back of my cab
Copyright © Natasha Ruth Espelid | Year Posted 2024
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