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...
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...
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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