I wrote this poem while daydreaming about a gorgeous woman, a talented Floridian Poetess and dear friend – Holly Hunter. She’s in my dreams and often a source of inspiration…
Tokens of silver
Worn edges, each side
Phone numbers spinning
Dialing for a ride
Loose change for a ring
I’ll meet her at two
Holly’s in the house
Most timely, on queue
A tour of the park
Embracing moonlight
On sand near the shore
Love lasting all night
When morning light dawns
As stars fade to day
It’s back to the grind
My cab rolls away
© 2025 Phil Perkins
Taxi, by Harry Chapin (1972) – see lyrics here.
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