To the Cabbies working the graveyard shift,
From women everywhere,
Who will once in their lifetime, at least,
Need a late night ride from some where.

From the shadows she will speedwalk,
To the stranger waiting to take her home.
Hoping she’ll choke back those imminent tears,
Until she’s home safe and all alone.

But her hopes are nothing to bet on,
Seconds later and she begins to cry.
Praying she doesn’t alert the Cabbie,
She subtly wipes her damp...