"taxi-man"

my lemon taxi, glides in towns' night,
the  radio softly, amid traffics' lights.

eating up smiles,
some are without.

chewing the miles,
spitting them out.

thanks for my tip,  nice mr. drunk.
don't give me lip, bags in the trunk.

the whirl of cop lights passing me by,
drenched young lady, catching my eye.

round trip now, he's getting some beer,
having a row, can't show my fear.

jokes.... he's  a nice guy, oh yes , i am!
bags and old ladies, give them a hand.

it's cash in the jeans, feelin' real good.
watch out, whats up? in cruisin' the hood.

windows down low,sitting 'long side,
me and "small joe", sharing our  ride.

train-crew to go.... great, a long haul,
get myself straight, away from the mall.

one rail-man is snoring, in the back of the van,
the sky is pouring, says elder, grey man.

fill her up "gee,"  bring her on in.    
here 'ya are bobby, 'couple of fins'.

the nights' all done, and man... so am i,
here comes the sun, bluing the sky.