Guber Poem by Doug Lane

The next time
I climb
into an Uber
I want to know
who was riding
in my seat
before me
and who was riding
before him
and who was riding
before him.

And whether
they wore
masks
and how much
they were coughing
and sneezing
and were they
picking their noses
and where
they stuck
those Uber boogers.

And what sort of
viral load,
how many billions,
I'll be breathing
and touching
and how long
do coronas live
on vinyl seats.

And, for that matter,
how sick
is my driver
and whether
he is
a symptomatic
or an asymptomatic
carrier.

Now that
I think about it
maybe I'll just
walk
to the airport.

After all,
how far
can it
be?

....And,
if I make it,
will the passengers
be wearing
masks
in my flying
petri dish
once I
get
there?