Cab Noir Comments
Ground zero in life at the corner of expectation and reality
Ghost cabs stir the night mist and disappear into nothing
Now and then a fateful fare to share life's hustle and bustle
How many running meters tally a cost, never to be paid
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A very evocative and moody poem. I like the line, 'how many running meters tally a cost never to be paid...' Well done.
The meters being a metaphor for the rides we take in our lives that never bring us to our destination. All along not understanding that the ride itself is the thing. Along the way we share the ride with people that have no intention of paying the cost and on and on the meter runs.......
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7/21/2025 11:31:48 PM # 1.0.0
Fascinating.In the same line of true poesy.