Conversation With A Cab Driver Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding in a yellow cab on the way to an appointment,
the driver talked knowledgeably about Italy being
ruled by the Moors back when.
Thinking Shawiak was a German name when in fact it's
Polish-Ukranian.
Saying he thought it was German because of the w -
seeming like it was a double u instead.
A very nice gentleman from New York focused on
nationalities of all types to keep his mind moving and
informational.