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 eyes dry.

But once it starts it’s hard to stop and
Then nothing can keep it from him.
So she sobs quietly into her arm,
Dabbing at her eyes once again.

Cabbie’s aware, doesn’t dare make a sound,
But puts real pressure on the pedal.
Hands her a travel pack of tissues,
Knowing better than to meddle.

If she’s running from heartbreak, betrayal,
Or even sneaking back home to her spouse,
The Cabbie knows the important thing,
Is just getting her back to her house.

With make-up smeared across her face,
As the shameful ride comes to an end.
She’s relieved to arrive without question,
A grateful tip she’ll remember to send.

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