White lights approacing
red lights going gone
in the rearview reflected
in the raindrops racing
up the windshield in reverse
scattered showers shiver the night,
the streetlights turn to starfish in fog.
The dashing young driver arrives
squinting at a blurred center line.
Cheers to our capable, coke-smoking chauffeur.
Business card reads:
Discrete High-End Transport Specialist
Taxi meter reads:
Undercover Stunt-Driving Shit Shuttle
Operating under a professional license here folks,
Got a certificate in the glove box to prove it.
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