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Taxi Cab Blues.
That mellow yellow ride
I wait for.
One the corner burning the
Midnight oil.
Its late.
I'm tired.
Where the hell are you?
My feet hurt
as I stamp the ground waiting.
WHERE ARE YOU?!?!
I'm pissed
Like a wet cat
or a dog smacked
by an unforgiving newspaper.
Or a fly
Singed
by a bug zapper.
Where the hell
is my TAXI!?
