Wild crazy days in San Diego pounding a cab through drear streets. (Thanks to Ti Jean)

Redfaced smiley old cabbies patronizing rookies

in shiny pants and unstained hats Neon bright garage sharpedged machine clicks ritual procedures

then burst out in yellow purring taxi to dark dreaming alleys yet always cocoonlike radio

intermittanting voices incredibly friendly you know gods dispatch not men

Cruise up hills finger on mike eyes on sidewalk looking for lucky first fare

who is an old limping woman on freeway overpass bridge with wilted succulent

in hand cab stops she climbs over guardrail inclimbs

straight to Goodwill hurry late to meet someone

Radio dronelike puts out stream of numbers catch one call in get magic number and

street slam cab through gears to get there before first fare fades

slide up hop out call CAB! open door hop in write go repeat repeat

all different prowl growl park dark go slow stop hop

damn good cabbie yeah