Monday, April 7, 2014

Day 7: Taxi Man Tax

I was late getting started this morning.  I like to record the poems before my son wakes up but this morning he woke me up and I started the poem after the school run.  I could have delayed it to later in the day because my mountain of other (often enjoyable) tasks are building and yet I enjoy this little morning pleasure so I am glad I went ahead, rest of the day not withstanding.  It's like carrying around a secret in my pocket - a new poem!  In the world!

This is a poem about a cabbie and his girlfriend.  I am building a cycle of taxi poems, that great yellow symbol of New York City.  I am sure a few more will appear before the end of the month.  Whole lifetimes happen in cabs...

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