The day before I met a black driver
Who took me for a ride
He didn't consider my being too white
All I had to do was to shut up and bite
Then I guessed he was as a tick tight
He offered me a bottle I had to fight
Said since the morning he'd been light
But when he smiled I could feel all right
Started drinking and we rode into the dark night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem