Late Night Taxi Poem by Matt Mooney

In the still night
I surface
From the dreamy depths;
There is a diesel drone
That plays upon my brain:
A taxi from the town
Bringing home
A small-time punter,
Elegant even at this hour;
Punch drunk from winning
At the races today.


In town tonight
Winners and losers were alright.

Heels in the hall,
A sound so safe:
A welcome noise in the night.
As she beelines to her bed
Her taxi turns and fades away.