Ode of a Cabbie
An average day's experience in the life of a cabbie... (I'm not a poet, folks... and I know it)
Ode of a Cabbie
What does a cabbie go through all day, you may think.
Is it all fun and games or does it drive you to drink?
How to put the answers in a way that is funny,
As I sit in my cab, waiting, trying to make money.
Round ‘n round, first we must go.
Inside and outside our cabs must glow.
To show our bosses we’re ready for the day.
Our circle check must read A-Okay.
Mileage and fares we must indicate, starting fresh with a clean slate.
Ending our day with a hoped-for payment rate.
Tips maybe one in five will give, but it’s more like one in seven.
If it were more like three in seven, my gosh, wouldn’t that be heaven?
Screaming eagle dispatchers or those mimicking Brando and Dylan
Send you off on fares that could be fulfillin’.
Every cab company arriving same time, same address,
Makes sure every cabbie goes through some undue stress.
Defective radios, cabs with failing parts,
You’re never assured of positive day starts.
Visa, Mastercard, Debit we take,
If that darned debit machine stays ‘awake’.
Payments in coin, unwrapped and not the correct amount,
Tossed in your direction as the passenger jumps out.
People who hand you a fiver and say they never pay more than that
Are quick to insist they’ve been given a ‘’flat’’.
Smoking, vomiting, and drug deals/use in back
Abuses and robbery – these are things we should lack.
Never judge a runner by how they look,
From grubbies to 3 piece suits, off they will book!
Being scooped by other companies and sometimes your own,
Discourages you thoroughly and makes you groan.
Loading and unloading walkers, wheelchairs, groceries and more,
Your handy cabbie takes you door to door.
Being a cabbie is harsh work
In case you wonder why your cabbie’s a jerk.
Even though this job can be bad, there are good moments to be had
A passenger who is sad, I will try to make glad.