(untitled #25) Poem by bob barci

“Hello? I need a cab
to get me to the train station.
My address? Why, it’s --.
The next train leaves at 10: 56.
Huh?
Yes, I know that’s an hour from now,
but calling you now gives you more than
ample time to get me there on time.
Ten minutes?
Great, I’ll be waiting for you on my porch.”

Out on the porch
I keep close watch for the cab.
You never know from which direction it will come.
A number of cabs go by,
but none stop for me.
I patiently wait hoping that the next one will be mine.
The time slips by
and I get antsy as the cab isn’t showing up.
Dispatcher said 10 minutes, just about an hour ago
and now I have only 10 minutes to get to the station.
I think that dispatchers are severely retarded
and have no concept of time.
It’s an extreme rare occasion
when the cab actually shows up
within the dispatchers time frame.