Patrick O'Reilly

Rookie (1988 / St John's, NL)

Taxi Cab - Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

The last shot is fired
And it hangs in my throat
The band's finished playing
And they strike the last note
The barmaid sweeps shards
Off the plank'er down floor
And there’s taxi cabs waiting
Outside the door

Look up and down George Street
There’s no one in sight
Between Sunday morning
And Saturday night
But the sun’s making faces
Through the crack in the wall
It’s all over now
It’s over after all

And the door is slammed shut
The day is dawning
The girls from last night
Will be women by morning
The battle is over
And nothing’s been won
Taxi cab driver
Please take me home

The Gulliver’s travels
Up the grey crooked lane
And over the hill
Rotten with rain
Morning has broken
And I'm all alone
Taxi cab driver
Please take me home

Comments about Taxi Cab by Patrick O'Reilly

  • (10/10/2007 11:49:00 PM)

    Beautifully expressed....keep it up. Good poetry is always welcome (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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