At The Taxi Bay Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

I don't know where I caught up with my groove
Often I don't come to these sides of town
So it's not energy am tearing straying my eyes/
To catch a glimpse of this stunning lady carrying hampers
Truly discovery don't happen only on the channels.
At a taxi-bay, is where all this is happening

And now I realize culture engraved on her ecko-jacket
Pieces on her jeans too.
Her wrist band says hello, my heart goes mellow at the taxi bay.
My eyes glow weary, she's not alone her baby sister came to town with her too
My glare is now torn.
These two chicks have Irish hair and eat apples to shape.
No wonder the sub-Saharan is so hot but I got to let this go.
Let it go but let them know, what it'll be,
Some kinda tea, some coffee please, just any kinda outing to talk
Talk to these, two ladies that you did see,
Pace your convo spot the blonde, catch a lead and head 'er off,
You got the lady tell 'er so, make her day wit' mend-alls so,
She can't resist you n' you know, it's on her soul, shot wit' Cupid's bow,
Now just play ya game, get her tossed, salads all, she never had it like it's now…

She can't be on the same lane and remain same,
Texture of her lips is just the work of art,
The way she stepping on the ground it just kind of hurts,
Movie scenes she should be in, to melt hearts
I like to make my vibe work n think of camera flash
When we go up the aisle but cut the scene,
Roll t back to the taxi bay, got me catching a cab