Time Of Taxis Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

When all the world has gone to sleep
and even birds stop singing
when things in alleys crawl and creep
with dreaded shadows clinging

When streets are empty of all cars
and all the trucks are hiding
that's when the lonely cabbie stars
as king of night presiding

Nor does he weave or doze or fail
to reach a destination
and may relate a pleasant tale
with quiet resignation

There's something to a taxi man
defying sense and reason
he lives a life of 'catch as can'
in hardships and all seasons

When streets are empty of all cars
and all the trucks are hiding
that's when the lonely cabbie stars
as king of night presiding.