Italian Cab Driver #2

And the beige cap wearing cab drivers of New York City
swing around the bends,
the sixth sense of New York City
racing around arm and vein
as fast as they themselves race around the sidewalk refrain.
And with each footstep fall on the ground
pedestrians lead themselves outwards,
tenement habitants lead themselves inwards-
home to both bath and bed.
And they’ll take their macs off to hang dry,
the tears of New York City dripping down into carpet
into a perpetual damp mess of misery and untidiness.