Tuesday at Cheongster Cafe: The Taxi Uncle Song

by Felix Cheong

DON’T you love the taxi uncle who somehow stops
For every light, granny and fork.
He tours every traffic jam in the city,
Your heart, like the meter, skips inexorably.
His shift is long, the hours trail,
Why not measure them out like a snail?

Don’t you love the taxi uncle who never waits,
Like years gathering speed around his waist.
He weaves traffic like a drunken tailor,
Makes you blush like a multilingual sailor.
He takes you home within an inch of your soul,
Give or even take a few toes.

Don’t you love the taxi uncle who never fails
To marinate politics in his tales.
Any MP worth a crap, itch, pinch or salt
Meets his maker in a verbal assault.
His opinion must be as damning as God’s,
For you, before his wisdom, can only nod.

Don’t you love them all,
The ones that tailgate, high-gate and stonewall,
The ones whose horn rages in Code Morse,
And some, like Mondays, just get you lost.
The city just feels smaller without these cabbies
And, without a doubt, far less homely.

 

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- Felix Cheong