The Adventures Of Cabbie Man

                                  Life in the fast lane.
                     Where the rubber meets the road.


Picking up the widow who suddenly lost her mate of sixty one years,
once a week to place flowers, she dabs away her tears.

Young man bolts from the cab without paying running gleefully down the street,
changed him twice the fare when he came back for his cell phone left on the seat.

Blind man with his dying guide dog, we went racing to the vet,
the grief he expressed at his best friend passing, I never will forget.

Taking an aged Casanova to the E.R. he'd taken one too many little blue pill,
living on a fixed income it will be Hard to pay the bill.

To the Hype who's arm was swollen and purple I said, man that just looks all wrong,
he'd broken off the end of a needle kicking Buddha's Gong.

Dropping off mom and her twin boys at their first day of nursery school,
watching them clinging oh so tightly to her was way too cool.

Waiting meter running to take the cheater to a motel, though he'd been so discreet,
picking up clothes outside his now x-girlfriend's she'd thrown out on the street.

Frat boys taking home their friend who had drank way too much beer,
keep his head down over the bucket or the ride ends here.

Tipsy co-ed asked, can I have a free ride if I give you a flash,
no my dear, I'm sure their quite lovely, but l'll need cash.

Caught in the crossfire between Homis wearing blue and red,
a bullet made a zinging sound whizzing past my head.

Laughing and singing along with passengers to oldies the radio was playing,
had so much fun l should be the one who's paying.

A chankster gangster jabbed a .45 in my back screamed give me all your cash,
told me pull into the alley by the dumpster, came a moment I saw my whole life flash.

Buxom Gal using her bra as a bank, not the first one that I've met,
trust me, it's no fun taking money soaked in booby sweat.

Fifteen year old call girl supporting junkie dad and drunken mom, each stop filled with fears,
no B.S. I'd like to make all those perverted bastards into steers.

Twenty-five year old zombie emerges from his parents house, plays video games 24-7,
stopping only long enough to score a bag of weed, then a bag of junk food from 7-11.

The best man from out of town staggers from the hotel looking like he'd been through a war,
he had no idea what happened at the bachelor party held the night before.

Moments later came the maid of honor sulking in a garish green dress and bouffant hair,
priceless expressions outside the church on the faces of guests, on our arriving there.

I could go on and on but my shift is starting soon,
hoping for the cabbis dream of a fare to the moon.