Taxi Man

by

Mark Ian Martin

Late night sitting all alone
dark and raining hard
garbage trucks eating up the roads
drunkards being barred

Tramps are sleeping in shop fronts
subway tains glide by
graffiti walls with the slogans there
homeless people cry

I see it all, Im a taxi man
taking my calls from a cravan
start the clock put money in my hand
Im a night time taxi man
taxi man another ciggerette
back of my car i put out to let
covering miles going nowhere fast
Im a taxi man of the past

In my mirror the lights are dancing
girls on street corners, with their bodies enhancing
the sexual power that they employ
on the straight and narrow man they distroy

Club neon lights flashing, open till late
rich men showing off their evening date
one more cocktail and home to bed
hey! taxi man just home I said

I see it all, im a taxi man
taking my calls from a caravan
start the clock put money in my hand
Im a night time taxi man
Taxi man another ciggerette
back of my car i put out to let
covering miles in the midst of the night
Im a taxi man and Im alright

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Lord I know
by: Alfy Andrews
from: Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India

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