Taxi Saturday

by Michael   Feb 15, 2016


Saturday night upon me again,
its time to tackle the lions den.
so let the evening commence,
need to earn those shillings and pence.

First customer in, moody Lynn
always polite, to begin
Heels are high with a low cut top,
not the finest of the crop!
A scent of irritating musk,
no doubt on the town till dusk.

Off to Yates if you please
to dance the night to disco cheese.

And so the early hours are dawning,
people stumbling, some are crawling.
Bouncers, ready on the door,
to help heel-less ladies off the floor!

And so.. the final customer of the night,
rather dishevelled and impolite.

Breath of whisky, with hints of up with beer,
shouting unnecessarily in my ear.
'Greeewn Blank Woad Drive.. nuhmber five'
not much sense of communication,
blurred slurred pronunciation.

Arriving at the said destination,
now the hapless hesitation.
The search for change or a crumpled note,
scratching at pockets throughout their coat.

'cheeap the shange' they say
open the door and on their way.
Standing upon the street,
staring around at their motionless feet.

I wait for a minute and quietly guess,
if they really are at the right address,
oh well, not my problem
'Good night, God bless'

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  • 4 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Another WOW for capturing the scenes encountered in your tax-driving...great detailed descriptions and humorous story-telling. Loved this so much. :-)

  • 5 years ago

    by Em

    Michael, what a uniqely executed piece. I loved the rhyming and how you described a taxi driver.. Is this by experience?
    Em

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Hi Em, just to say thank you so much for all your comments on my poetry. It is so nice to hear your feedback with depth and emotion😊. Yes by trade I am a cab driver x

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Really enjoyed this very quirky rendition of the night as a Taxi driver. Loved the Rhyming and choice of words

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello Michael and welcome to the site.

    What a wonderful poem about the trials and tribulations of driving a taxi on a Saturday night! I particularly like the way you mention the first customers being polite but as the hours wear on they become more drunk and ......less so!
    Great, unforced rhyme and a lovely flow. Well done. I am nominating this for the weekly contest.
    All the very best,
    Ben

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Ben, that's really nice feedback and to be nominated.

      I guess it helps actually being a Taxi driver, but showing the expression to people is great

      Michael

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