Cab Noir Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Cab Noir
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
Darkened corner, black umbrellas hide once familiar faces
Averted eyes seek shadows and shun the cabs wet light
Strangers now, deceptively conceal clandestine destinations
The fantasy row in daylight now shrouded by the night
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.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 1:54:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fascinating.In the same line of true poesy.