The Not Cash Cab

Friday night, I was travelling from Clinton Hill to Prospect Park.  Also know as my sisters apartment to my place.  Brie, Mokey and I were looking to get home quickly so I flagged down a cab.  Now, whenever I flag down a cab in NYC I am always secretly hoping it'll be the cash cab.  Well this wasn't a van so I knew it wouldn't be the cash cab.  But I also didn't think it was going to be a ministry on wheels, driven by a slightly crazy man who called himself Pastor Phil, that was called Rolling for Jesus.  But wouldn't you know it, it was.

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Tea With Madame Bovary

Mme. Bovary, I do not like you 

(But I appreciate your visit.) 

You’re overblown 

And speak of nothing 

Still, I treasure your company. 

  

I’m expecting a visit from Don Quixote 

(He’s meeting me at the White Castle) 

He has things to say. 

You could learn from him, Madame. 

Still, I treasure your company. 

  

I think it’s time you leave 

There are other I must meet 

Sherlock’s in the shithouse shooting up 

And Godot’s waiting for me 

Still, I treasure your company.