Taxicab

Long leg flashing out, taxi door ajar,
She leaves him standing on the curb, watching
The rain-freckled light of a moving car.

Three years since first he’d seen his fading star
She had stopped, had spoken low, excusing
The long leg flashing out, taxi door ajar

She had the look of an unfamiliar
Animal, wild and dangerous, hailing
The rain-freckled light of a moving car.

He loved her, the fool, (young men often are),
And frivoled precious years in following
A long leg flashing out, taxi door ajar

Now, on the worn steps of a rundown bar
He throws his dreams at the disappearing
Rain-freckled light of the moving car.

The sky bleeds water as he takes his place
At the bar, nursing his drink and musing
on long legs flashing out, taxi door ajar
The rain-freckled light on a moving car.