Yellow Cabaret

                                                the yellow one will do just fine

                                                as second condiment to the sun

                                        ferrying so many stories in cracked vinyl.
                                       What wonder is there in the black and white?
                            The ghosts and the cowboys we count on offer dull rescue.

                                But for the yellow cab I will bite my lip in anticipation
                             push aside the timid and take courage to step off the curb 

                                 lifting high my arm to salute the morning with love
                                                      though he may pass me by

                                                                   still I wave.

10/29/13