The yellow cab pulls up to St. Mary’s Hospital
and a man limps over.
You here for John Vernon? he says.
Thank fucking God, he says
getting painfully in the back.
413 N. Cherry St, he says.
Where’s the seatbelt?
Can I smoke? No? I understand,
not your fault.
Jesus, look at me
I look like a god damned Ethiopian.
You wouldn’t know it but I’m only 44.
2 months ago the doctors told me
I had 6 months to live
and now every week I go to that hell-hole
to get my stomach pumped.
My liver’s shot and all
the bad shit just flows
into my stomach.
Today they took out a gallon and a
half.
I used to drink a lot but I never
considered myself a drunk
you know?
I’ve made some mistakes, I ain’t saying
I’m innocent
but I saw a lot of people do a lot more
and they’re still kicking.
Nobody said life was
fair, I guess
at least I’ve got no family
hanging around
you know?
Here, this is me
turn in
at the blue mail boxes.
Sorry it’s not a long fare.
Careful of the speed bumps.
Just go straight down
until you can’t go anymore.
I’ll get out there.
END
About the Creator
Mather Schneider
I was a cab driver in Tucson, Arizona for many years.
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