Tuesday Night Blues
Memoirs of a taxi driver
He lay back on his taxi,
let his head rest on the roof blowing smoke rings into the monotony
of grey starless night beyond the hollow towers of bureaucracy.
Sometimes he wondered if the lights were on it meant someone was working,
But not tonight
He nods to the street sweeper driver ignoring the red light
but sets the little green man on a frantic throbbing mission to nowhere for no one.
Jonny bums a smoke.
He doesn't mind Jonny.
Why aren't you asleep?
No room at the church.
Did you get a feed?
Sort of…
Have you seen Ravi ? I haven't seen him for days I, I'm…
Have you tried…
I've looked everywhere
Sorry mate I gotta go
Jonny never remembers his name.
*see*
i imagine listening to all those conversations helped you are through the layers.