Wheelman For Hire

Loneliness grips my bones marrow,

As I drive midnight into tomorrow.

Trapped with my thoughts and radio,

Zooming around in the city’s glow.

Drunkards a momentary distraction,

A cyber highway interaction.

Home safe or our and about,

 Driven to excellence there is no doubt.

Giving more in the morning,

Red dawn’s a sailor’s warning.

However I am a wheel man for hire,

Your destination is my desire.

Making money from time and miles,

Sharing my stories and a few smiles.

Then I drop you and drive away,

Without much for me to say.

Listening to the radio watching the skies,

Heaving my discontented sighs.

Analyzing all that I hold inside,

As I wait for another ride.

 

01/03/2019

 

Reviews

[redzone]

drove a cab in Philly once, 12 hour shifts and making just enough to come back the next day... one of the best experiences I had was when I picked up a fare at a supermarket and helped an elderly woman carry her bags up to her apartment on the 12th floor of this section 8 apartment building... when I came back down there were 6 young teens all hanging on my cab and as I approached one of them stood and said they were protecting my cab and thanked me for helping out "grandmom' with her bags... seems most of the white cabbies never got out of the cab to help and they were surprised that I was willing to do this... I thanked them and said it was no biggie, that I was glad to help... from them on I had a constant fare from the projects to the supermarket and back and had made some really good young friends along the way... as well as a few "grandmoms"... lol...

your poem took me back some and I was glad for the memory, so Thank you J Todd for your wonderful poem...

Oh and hope you and yours have a very Happy New Year

[Cherrie Palmer]

A great snapshot. The taxi might as well be a driverless uber car. Passengers just don't see him only his checkered taxi.