Racing In A Yellow Cab Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing down the 51 in a yellow cab, on the way to an
appointment, relaxing, listening to KOOL radio and
it's many great oldies.

Sun shining brightly upon me in the front seat, traffic
flowing smoothly, keeping time with rhythms on the radio.

Seeing jets taking off and landing for seconds at a time
at Sky Harbor Airport, wishing I were on one, heading for
New Jersey.

Instead, going to the doctor again, hoping one day soon,
to be visiting relatives in the town where I was born.