February 25, 2008

taxi ride

taxi ride
2/25/2008

These vinyl seats are cracked and gray,
I think that they were green one day,
and what the heck did he just say?
I think it was in Turkish.

The taxi driver just flipped off
a bus driver at First and Gough.
His cigarette, it makes me cough--
he really is quite jerkish.

We're weaving, cutting, to and fro,
okay, this driver, he's a pro
but still I think I just might blow--
my stomach's feeling queasy.

I wonder if those coffee stains
are really someone's splattered brains
(what someone gets if he complains)
and why's the seat all greasy?

Was that a red light we went through?
A bump--I think I lost a shoe--
I guess I'll kiss my butt adieu
you think he'll let me drive?

I put my head bewteen my knees
(I think the seat is filled with fleas)
and say a prayer that ends with please
and hope that we arrive.

I think that I can take no more
and throw myself down to the floor
I think of jumping out the door--
is that somebody's thong?

There's underwear beneath his seat!
It says it's size "ladies petite"...
I blush at thoughts quite indiscreet.
To whom does it belong?

His tires screech, he honks his horn,
I think that we just went airborne!
I wonder if my folks will mourn.
I'm getting good at prayer.

He says to me, "Your ride's complete
and do you want me give receipt?"
I must be ghost-white like a sheet.
At last, I sigh, we're there.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.

2 comments:

bluesugarpoet said...

That was BRILLIANT! Exactly what I would picture if I were going through downtown SF in a taxi.

WriterKat said...

That is a fun poem. The rhyme bobs up and down just like being in a taxi. Nice work!