Stretch Limo’s

You don’t see really me but I see you

You smile at me, the man in black

I drive you to your meetings and your parties

I’m always up front you’re always in back

You’re the have and I’m the have not

You try to pretend that we’re the same

As I open the door and grovel a smile

For a five buck tip I’ll play the game

I carry your luggage at the airport

Though my back complains it’s old

I stand tall but stand subservient

That’s what you like I’m told

Oh I’m not really complaining

I’ll ride in the back of a stretch some day

A long black one with a cold black box

I won’t even have to pay.