Interstate Song - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The Taxi Talk
The taxi driver told me
Of far away lands I never did see.
It seemed every time I took a taxi
The same thing happened to me.
This driver didn't speak English well,
Never mind that he couldn't even spell
But he sang such beautiful tunes.
I listened very carefully and swooned.
He asked me on the Interstate
Who indeed would decide my fate.
I answered lay I told him
In the words of the song.
He asked me to merrily sing along.
So we both sang so happily
That even the cars around heard me
And the entire Interstate traffic sang songs so loudly.
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