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Today's poem is by Sean Singer

Taxi Driver (Dir. by Martin Scorsese, 1976)
       

Tonight in the taxi, driving on Amsterdam Avenue, I drove over a huge pothole and both driver's side tires were immediately destroyed. Blocking the left turn lane, many people were happy to let me know what an asshole I am as I waited for the tow truck.

I remember Cybill Shepherd's face when she realized Travis Bickle was crazy. Everyone knows the movie is about obsession, but not everyone agrees if the ending is Travis's fantasy, and he dies, or reality, and he is the hero.

When the car was rolling, it pushed through the steam coming out of the street. How did I miss seeing the pothole? Sometimes passengers treat the driver like he's invisible. Or people leap into the cab with their eyes shut and open them only when they feel a hole.



Copyright © 2022 Sean Singer All rights reserved
from Today in the Taxi
Tupelo Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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