I look up, and my heart leaps with joy and
relief,
There he is, my black shiny cab with his
lights lit up.
Whisking along the busy street, smiling and
blinking,
Re-assuring, he will carry me to my
appointment quickly.
I wonder what secrets he has heard this
week;
A merger in the city affecting thousands of
people,
A Hollywood star ending a notorious
relationship.
And she would have been given sound advice
and opinion.
We heard of the physically abused child
spotted in the arms of the carer.
The driver insisted she be taken to hospital,
not home to an aunty.
I expect politicians to be briefed by the driver
On their way to important Government
meetings.
All life, passes through, the doors of the taxi;
The tourist with his back pack, needing
directions,
The girl on her very first date, given warning,
Sympathy for the recently bereaved, grieving
for a loved one;
Successes and disasters are discussed in all
honesty.
The nation is well served by driver and taxi.