Tell him not to go
Tug at his coat sleeves
Cry out in plea
Won’t you?
He’s going now
All suited up in black
Sullen cabbie waits
In a gaudily festooned hack
Cab fare is ready
Two minted coppers
Covering his twin orbs
As the flag went down
The taxi crept
In an unhurried pace
The radio droned a hymn
I heard it hum a somber tune
The hack bucked and sputtered
As he bade goodbye to each block
Past known haunts and faces
Turning last into a gated arch
Eddie Roa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-by-taxi/
