He Turns His Head
She waits on the next bus.
The light in the window is for someone else.
He cannot sing the night,
Can't feed the fire.
By a lost day's pace,
They make it into the papers
And everybody whose not dying
Is driving a taxi late at night.
Taxi drivers are tough, most of them have seen (or heard), just about everything.
Les
Some of them will repeat what they've heard if you give them enough beer.
What I like about cabbies is that they are utterly fearless. They go into neighborhoods most of us wouldn't be caught dead in.
Les