Mike
Mike shows up to work every day at half past five
At that time of the morning he’s not even happy to be alive
He checks with the dispatch and then ensures his cab is ago
With the terror that cars face overnight, you never know
He makes sure that he has change for a twenty
In the morning people with large bills seem to take priority
So when six o’clock rolls aroun’
Mike heads out on the town
After getting a coffee, the first few hours are slow
He parks on a downtown corner until he finds to place to go
Mike starts to read the first of three morning papers
For some reason the first few fares always go to other drivers
He does not know why but Mike always has his regulars
Familiar faces are always better than unknown customers
They always have friendlier conversations
Than this whose faces are full of accusations
Mike gets treated like this is a decision that he made
An accident at a construction job watched all of the big dreams fade
There are so many jobs out there for someone missing a limb
In today’s world, people still would not hire him
This was the only job that made him feel like he does contribute
Self respect is a fine attribute
It is too bad that people do not look at that
Just a driver with scars under a hat
The people that are picked during the day
Arte not shy in what they say
You cannot say that the patrons are complaining
But they, at times, forget that it is not their best friend to whom they are talking
Mike becomes a low paid shrink
Never offering a comment on how he thinks
Collecting their money, one by one
While receiving tales of sadness and fun
At the end of the shift, Mike pulls into the garage
He picks up his second book of the day and the garbage
The same process everyday
Take in the receipts and walk away with pay
Watch the fellas come in for the next shift
At night they make their money swift
But to Mike that is okay
He meets and listens to better characters during the day
February 21, 2002
© Andrew Scott – The People Poet 2002
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