A Poem to A City

If this city and I are lovers,

I've caressed every curve,
learned her secrets

in the night,
in the light.

I've seen every shade.

I prefer her in the moonlight.

It's only in that pale light
she reveals her true nature,

without any masks.

And I, her lover,
sit in silent awe,

half man,
half machine,

riding upon a throne of steel.

I quietly listen to her story,

night after night.

- A Cab Driver