Cab Driver
White satin robe and a crown of intricately woven golden threads wrapped around your head
You tell me,”it’s a Holy City we are going to
The lights don’t burn on the city streets
The gates are closed, the guards keep watching
Don’t worry, it isn’t you they are looking for.”
I was surprised to see you there in the darkness
White satin burning like the sun in the night sky
Sitting on a stone carved bench in the liquid black ink colored darkness
You say “I am ready, I have been waiting for you.”
In a burst of white light and soft leather slippers shuffling across this ancient street leading me to the cab door