Tony’s Taxi Service

By | 15 May 2017

on the way back
i rode three hours on hurricaned roads
wheels in the early morning hands of
a brown-armed man with well healed scars
getting married tomorrow
who called my name over and over
bought me breakfast with all the change
his tidy fingernails found
in his shallow pockets
after the toll
driving me penniless in rain
i wanted to turn aground in the storm
be the best man to this foreigner
who asks from me nothing but business and conversation
from whom i withhold everything but questions and money
with a six year old son
and dreams of selling shoes
out of a converted container
of visiting america
and a future other than smiling
at men like me

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