L'aura del Campo

Driverless, the cab meanders... [113]

Driverless, the cab meanders...

         inspired by Stephen T Johnson

The cab meanders through old haunts,
revisiting red bricks covered by asphalt,
the yellow ones now strewn with ivy.

These old elms were young when the cab was young,
when Checkers were the kings of taxis,
for princes and princesses craving comfort,
who sank ample butts into new cushions.

Who rides there now if not their ghosts.

The cab meanders from midnight till two.
It has nothing better to do,
and without a driver, goes where it wills,
picking up passengers...
whenever it chooses to.

K Enga (30.may.2017) [174.113]

Written at MPL, found in Redbook, p.35

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